I love to see you after a storm <br />With your hair in a mess <br />Mumbling under your breath <br />Wild kicking off of wellingtons <br /> <br />Screaming and cursing <br />Quick glances in hall mirror <br />More muttered mumbling <br />Pulling of hair oh and lip pursing <br /> <br />You see it's the opposite men love <br />It's seeing the real you the lovely you <br />As if God say's 'Look this is what she really looks like' <br />We don't see it all the time but when we do. <br /> <br />But it's later when she's staid <br />Clothes pressed not a curl out of place <br />Welcoming guests round for a drink <br />Her eyes screaming 'Don't even think of it! '<br /><br />Craig Anderson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-real-her-i-love-2/
