The Woman of My Mind
The woman of my mind need not be the perfect lover,
Nor possess the perfect body,
Nor be blessed with wit and grace.
The woman of my mind cannot call the world to order,
Nor calm a raging torrent,
Launch armadas with her face.
The woman of my mind is not Helen, Aphrodite,
Cleopatra or a thousand other belles -
She is sweet and kind and normal,
And that makes her very special
For I'll love her, as she loves me,
For herself.