He calls me beautiful.
What is it he sees in me that\'s
beautiful?
This face of mine isn\'t beautiful
My eyes are a simple green,
my nose is sloppy and bigger than beautiful.
My lips are pale and small, thin and indelicate.
My cheekbones are high and my eyelashes are long.
I am striking, perhaps pretty, but not beautiful.
No, my beauty does not take the form of
a beautiful face.
Perhaps it lies within my body?
My waist is tiny and petite.
My legs are long and shapely.
But my chest is flat as could be.
My ribs are easily visible.
My shoulders, broader than they should be,
and my arms are as thin as twigs.
So perhaps my beauty lies within my personality?
I am acerbic, my tongue is silver.
I play with words and the world is my chessboard.
I lie and lie and lie.
My soul is certainly ugly.
So what is it about me that makes him call me
Beautiful?