My lover is not what I expected him to be.

Instead of a chiseled physique, I get a sloth who refuses to release it’s grasp from me.

His hair is like bristle of an overused broom. Sometimes I watch him chew on leftovers like a moose.

You may ask “why am I with him if I detest his appearance”?

Well…to be real, I’m not so fair myself.

So, who am I to expect the best from someone else.

I should be happy I’m being loved to begin with.

He wants nothing from me but adoration in return.

With the luggage under my eyes and coffee that sticks on my breath,

It’s the negatives of each other that some need to learn to accept

If they want love for themselves.