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.