Its your kind demeanor

And your quiet candor

That she doesn’t quite see

It’s your sense of humor

Your good eye for color

That misses her completely

She’s all style, no substance

Best viewed from a distance

Can you really be this blind?

She’s an empty vessel

A trophy, a tassel

But you don’t seem to mind

I roll my eyes and sigh

You’re such a stupid guy

Why’d you ever settle?

You’ve had me from the start

It tears my soul apart

Because I can love you better.

© 2016 Anj CP