Must you love a monkey-faced boy?
Sea-gleam eyes,
grinning mischief,
gel-slicked hair
jutting ears with diamond studs.
Can he hold a job?
Will he hold your babies?
Or will he leave you to hold your life together
Alone
While your heart is breaking for
what you thought you saw in him?
I wish for you,
whose face should grace a novella,
a love that will last
beyond passion's first pulse.
Maybe that monkey boy
(he doesn't even shave daily!)
will grow a man's heart,
a deep regard that you'll return
with no regrets,
only joy.