untitled poem #2

i'm not
the girl
so fresh-faced and small

who moves
with her
quiet grace

i'm not
the girl
exotic and tall

who causes
men's hearts
to race

aphrodite
i never
shall be -

i lack
a certain
allure

i am graceless
bare
ordinary

but to
you i
could be more

i do not
ask that you
understand

(that's an
impossible
task) -

just that you
love me
and take my hand

there's nothing
more
i could ask.

10.4.2007