13 February 2013
My love has not the reddest lips, And there's a wideness to her hips.
Her skin is ruddy, no pale hue, And she has not that shiny 'new'.
My love has crooked, unkempt teeth, And O, her hair's a wiry wreath.
Her legs have marks and knees do knock, And she could not grace the finest frock.
My love has not the sweetest breath, And when she wakes, she looks like death.
She has no dainty, tender touch, And no 'perfections' I can clutch...
But she is real, and she is mine, And she's 'My love', to me divine.
Graceless Ode. • Opuss № I