Plain Speaking

Maybe I was lucky then to have been plain.
I didn't think so at the time, but I know
You were beautiful, and, since I walked
My city's streets unnoticed in my youth,
Unnoticed now, I have no sense of loss,
Like that in which you've wrapped yourself.
The men all used to look at you and dream,
And, though you would not look at them,
And wanted nothing else from them, you
Loved their helpless lust. And, now,
So many years have passed. It seems they
Do not dream of you. They barely look.
You've shrunk away. So hidden are you
That it took someone who'd lived his
Life unseen to see you, and to understand
That, still, you're very beautiful, and, if
You'd let me close to you, I'd feel so lucky
Now as I was then.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2014-02-13 at 23:23

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