Not the Rose But A Leaf

I\'m not the rose they call true love,

I\'m the leaf ignored, not thought of.

Not the moon they call so pretty,

I\'m a star, just plain, not witty.

I\'m not a beauty from book tales,

A sidekick lost, where memory fails.

Not the rhythm in a poet\'s song,

I\'m free verse where words belong.

I\'m pretty, but not quite enough,

For poems, diaries, heartfelt stuff.

Just an ordinary girl, unseen,

In a world that\'s harsh and mean.