A rhapsody

I know you're not pretty and yet you're beautiful to me. Lovely just lovely just.
I felt bad when a friend asked, "Is she good looking" and I had to reply, "no". To me you are beautiful, but I know that to her you wouldn't be you see. I can't stand the inferences, that's what it is, I can't stand someone else thinking you're somehow substandard when you're brilliant in every dimension. I want to protect your image. But you are not beautiful, not like a film star, and that shouldn't matter. It shouldn't count as a mark against you. It doesn't to me, but then, I think you are anyway.

But it might to the rest of the world.