She wasn't really the prettiest of all

nor did she turn anyone's head

there was no sound of thrilled whistles thrown at her when she walked past the village rebels

Even the attention of delinquents she’d bashfully accept

But not a soul ever saw past her knee length skirts and concealed bosom

but at the core of it all, at the end of her displeasure with how the world perceived her,

she knew her lover thought she was everything she'd always seen and craved for in the world

and that was just enough to keep the smile on her ever wandering eyes