His strong back cannot save me
From a world full of sorrow.
His smell does not entrance me
Nor make me love tomorrow.
His voice will never make me
Jump up at it's very sound.
His hair is not so lovely
As to hold my conscious bound.
His embrace is not so warm
As to make my cold heart melt.
I do not love him so much.
I wish it was this I felt.
I cannot ignore his gaze.
I cannot ignore his smile.
I cannot stop from breathing:
His smell does hold me awhile.
I ache to be protected.
I ache to hear his voice fair.
I ache to run my fingers
Through his beautiful soft hair.
Perhaps his embrace could warm
A frozen heart such as mine.
This is not for me to know,
Though, for I am not his kind.
I am not a beautiful,
Coy and sexy little girl.
I don't have a perfect voice
My hair has too many curls.
My face is way too pale
My shoulders are much too square
My smell is not entrancing
My form is not very fair.
Yet, though I ache to have him
To keep as my very own,
I will not change who I am
To become his perfect clone.
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