8.25.2014

The Husband's Song

it is addressed thusly:
A song.
it reads:
Though you style yourself so plain
I saw right through your little game
Long before you ever knew
You hid yourself quite well it's true
But a curling, caught, of the lips
Less than cautious swinging hips
A subtle joy caught in the hair
Softly it fluttered in the air --
Do they judge me a shallow one
Who does not believe in any fun
Because I caught truth in your eye
When they had bought a pretty lie?

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