Beauty Is In The Eye Of The Beholder
It is clear that as a suitor
I don’t suit her
yet someone else
says I’m cute. Her
admirer,
though my eye can’t see it,
calls her gorgeous.
I find her ‘beauty’ far from flawless.
I spy a monster
when I behold her. She
sees an ogre
when she looks at me.
Accidentally In Love
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