And will it make him love you <br />To be sparkling and witty and gorgeous, <br />To be self-assured, self-aware, self-self? <br />Will it fix the mistakes you've made - <br />Stop the glaring eyes, glaring light, glaring errors? <br />Will it finally lay to rest the living dead, <br />The zombies of memory, re-animated flesh of blunders past? <br />Will it make you less invisible for a minute? <br />No, it won't. Sorry about that. <br />Stand there, be ignored - keep it under your hat. <br />Wait for the race to end; there's no chance you'll win it. <br />Best you can hope is not to come in dead last. <br />Give no voice to matchless dreams nor nameless terrors. <br />Oh, the sun can blister, so grow mossy in the shade. <br />Sit there, full of knowing, a thesaurus on the shelf, <br />Comprehending there's no perfect rhyme for gorgeous, <br />And that believing that there's somebody for everyone doesn't make it true. <br /> <br />But even perfect rhymes, alas, can become jarringly pedantic <br />And give you silly tritenesses like cope and soap and rope. <br />My only coda when life's imperfections are frantic: <br />I hope to hope to hope to hope to hope.<br /><br />Heidi K. Haskell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-perfect-rhyme-for-gorgeous/
