What does he see in me?
Am I pretty enough for a gorgeous man?
If he decided to look at me, when he sees me
Will he say that I am?
Is my nose too big for him to see the
Other features in my face?
Or will he be so lost in my eyes that
Everything about me appears to be in the perfect place?
Will he think that I'm a hideous monster, something like an ogre, and wish me away to a dark cave?
Or will he be pleased with the width of my hips and deem me his love slave?
Will he be slightly entranced with my large hands?
Or think them perfect to touch his frame?
Or will he run from my soft points of masculinity
Before he even asks my name?
Will he ever notice that I’m so scared to look him in his face that
I put my head down so that I may not see
Or will he put his fingers at the bottom of my chin
Whisper in my ear that it is my love that brings out
The beauty in me. . .
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