When I imagine you.
You are not the you I see in reality.
In my dreams I see silky smooth skin.
I open my eyes and I see your burnt out fuse box grin.
Eyes shut and you have gorgeous eyes.
Eyes open and your wrinkles are enough to surprise.
My fantasy is nice flowing brown curly hair.
In real life your Hairdo has the capacity to scare!
Do I care?
No.
You are a dream out of sleep.
As....

Beauty is only skin deep!