I Am Not Beautiful

"I am not beautiful,"

she said to me.

"You are beautiful to me,"

I said, noting the sadness in her eyes.

"But my tits sag. My ass is getting too big,"

she countered.

"Yes your tits do sag,"

I said softly.

"Your honesty HURTS me,"

she spit.

"But you are beautiful to me. What about that honesty,"

I wondered out loud.

"Yeah right,"

she offered.

"Come here,"

I offered.

She lay against the other side of the bed

A continent between us.

"Then I am coming there,"

softly I said.

Pulling her to me

Collapsing the continent between us.

"You are beautiful to me,"

I offered again softly.

"I know. When you say it I believe it. When I think it I do not,"

she disclosed.

"Look into my eyes, my love,"

I asked.

"I can almost believe it too,"

she offered.

"Take that as truth and let me love you,"

I whispered.

"Oh yes..."

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