I don’t pretend to know you,
So correct me if I’m wrong:
A pretty mouth pouts
A poignant moue,
Shielded by a fluttering hand
Your thoughts don’t make you smile;
You grin at your mistakes
I shan’t keep up a pretense,
And I know I may be wrong:
The way you dress
(smoothly)
Is cordially inviting
(no RSVP necessary)
To admire more than just your mind
Quietly unassuming,
You sit in the corner:
We watch
As compliments shower in your lap
Black curls—lovely
I think I somewhat know you,
But permit me to be wrong:
A smile and a laugh your pardon,
You shine
Care not for jealous glowers
And piteous glances alike
To you,
They mean nothing.
Because I do not know you,
I know I’m likely wrong:
You’re delightfully unknown.
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