WHY IS IT?
A shower of rain, my hair hangs flat
Beauty, is what you say
A tearful movie, mascara smudged
Wonderful in every way
Yet when I sit by mirror
For two hours at least
Do you ever comment?
Do you please?
Old jeans and a faded sweater
Gorgeous, oh wow, you look good
A trip and the heel of my shoe falls off
Sheer elegance, like a flowering bud
Yet when I dress to astound you
You hardly notice at all
A quick glance my direction
Then back to the TV and football!
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