(inspired by a dream I had two nights ago - written for no one in particular, that is unless you happened to have the same dream....)
"How do I look dear?" she asks sincere.
A poem simultaneously pops in my head:
Not too flashy, not to bold,
not quite vulgar, but not too old.
Not all that proper, but not carefree.
If you want my opinion it's "just right" to me.
No - not a fashion model, you're not a movie star.
For you to be gorgeous, you don't have to go that far.
Others do as they will, no matter how high they set the bar,
In my eyes you are perfect, just the way you are!
Just look at me, I'm no adonis.
Not Carey Grant or John Wayne.
The fact you chose 'me', to be honest,
I find difficult to explain.
It's what's inside you that I find stunning,
finding words to convey it would be in vane.
The pure simple truth of it, to me -
You are the most beautiful kind of plain!
I say simply, "You look quite plain my love," and she smiles and gives me a kiss. Where some may find such a compliment droll, she knows from me it is highest praise.
YOU ARE READING
Romantic Short Fiction
PoetryI originally wrote just one short as I was pondering what kind of girl I might be interested in (A beautiful kind of plain) and quickly found I was getting one idea after another in a romantic he-said/she-said type genre. So there is a growing coll...
