On Meeting My Aquaintance

On Meeting My Aquaintance

I have found me a woman this night
Spied 'cross the room she looks quite right
Drap'ed vee of long red hair
Skin so smooth and purely fair

I approacheth her at steady pace
And up to me she turned her face
Alas not what I expecteth there
Not perfect beauty but merely fair

Roundish face and widow's peak
Volumes doth her eyes so speak
Nose a little long and wide
Chin vanisheth when seen from side

One lip so full the other less
Short jawline lacks that sleek finesse
Straight hair falls past shoulders so plain
Her eyebrows somewhat crooked lain

It cannot be all bad because
Beauty is as beauty does
Sayeth the wee voice inside my ear
As I realize 'tis me in the mirror.