[dull boy]

You might
say, 'You lie.
What you write
ain't truthfully.'
But futilely,
'cause in all the to-night's
I've viewed and seen
No one's
shown up
wearing the moonlight
so beautifully.
Blue eyes
seduced by green.
You fly
on Cupid's wings.
The romantic type.
With you, any shine is candlelight.
In love with reality; so I don't have to fantasize.
So intelligent
and humorous,
not elegant,
but cute as shit.
Cute as shit?
That's rude. Is it?
To hell with it,
you're beautimous.