Book of Short Stories and Poems

Poem: Mr

There was a guy...
We was a few inches taller than me
With brown eyes and short black hair.
He was ugly...
At least to me

The young man described me as
An ugly young lady who wore glasses
And did nothing
But read all day
At least to him

My suitors came one by one.
Tall, dashing and sensible
But we fought them off...
Together

Everyday, look back
And wonder why we didn't
Say anything to each other
Was my happiness so valuable
That he'd risk his own for mine?

Every time, I hold you in my arms
I want to ask
"Mr, why didn't you confess"