You Are Not Beautiful

You are not beautiful,

May I say?

You hunch your shoulders when you walk,

Your breath shows what you ate when you talk.

Your wrinkled skin,

Your asymmetrical smile,

Your greasy tangled hair,

You laugh like a retarded child.

You are too far away from perfect,

Are you not aware of that?

There isn't a day goes by I don't ask myself,

"Why haven't I divorced you yet?"

But truthfully, my dear,

I desire you to be uglier,

For secretly

I want you to be mine alone

Forever more.

Loving you seldom thrills,

I am sorry to say,

As this love is eternally tedious,

and tediously eternal.

You are not beautiful,

But loving you is inevitable.

How could one cease to love oneself?

For loving you is no different than loving me.