I am not very tiny, I am not very slim,
I haven't flowing tresses, and I am not long of limb
I haven't deep and sexy sounds, coming from my voice,
and too from time to time perhaps, my lips are dry, not moist.
My skin has many freckles, it's not peaches and cream,
and so, I know, it's not the type of what most men would dream
I have two eyes of shimmering blue, though they are not set deep,
but just the same when I am hurt, it causes them to weep.
I don't have secret hiddn charms to lure you into a web,
nor fancy culinary foods with which I could have fed.
I'm not the type of woman that it is men will desire,
and I'll never be the kind of one who sets their souls on fire.
What I am is loving, kind and patient, to the core,
but sadly it is not enough, you needed so much more.
This face won't launch a thousand ships, but still I like to smile,
and many smiles you gave me, when you let me dream awhile.
May 28, 2004
