You are ugly in a million tiny ways

Like the redness in your face
and the curling of your toes;
it's your utter lack of grace,
and your hunching clumsy pose.
Your mouth takes too much space,
and your teeth are far too close;
your voice, just shy of bass
cracks and falters ere it flows.
Your fingers cannot interlace
with mine in perfect little rows:
in this guise delicacy's place
is by your roundness indisposed.
With this in mind, I make a case,
I taste, I weigh your cons and pros.
What lack I find cannot efface
the bigness of your good that grows.
You are ugly in a million ways -
yet not one can my love depose.

The End

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