She Is Not Fair

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"She is not fair to outward view";
  No beauty hers of form or face
She hath no witchery, 'tis true,
  No grace.

Nor pretty wit, nor well-stored mind,
  Nor azure eyes, nor golden hair
Hath she. She is--I am not blind--
  Not fair.

What makes me love her, then? say you,
  For such a maid is not my wont.
Love her! What makes you think I do?
  I don't.

© Franklin Pierce Adams