For practical reasons - a poem. Photo: Tower Bridge, London

You have a pretty face, but I like you for practical reasons.

Because you drive when we go out,

have better eyesight.

Because we love the same foods

and like to have fun.

I like you because you’re not like me.

You think long and hard;

you keep your mouth shut,

take different risks.

Because you’re logical.

I like you because you are like me:

seeing every angle to a situation,

looking at the bright side;

resilient, brave.

I like you because you cover my legs when they’re cold.

Because somehow you feel responsible.

Because you feed me and get me drunk.

I like you because you like my cooking

and think I can do no wrong.

Because you write me songs

and take things in stride.

I like you because you have a good brain,

a decent credit score, a bed to drop dead on.

You are a conscientious spender

and don’t follow all trends.

I like you because we’re both explorers,

fascinated by people and places,

songs and life.

I like you because we like simple things:

picnics and walks and chats and food.

I like you because you think you can change the world

and in a different way, so do I.

I like that politics get to you and you need to rant…

that you care.

I like you because we click in bed,

because we’re both skinny and flexible,

adventurous and confident.

Don’t be fooled by the romance

or intimidated by the occasional drama.

Though I dig your pretty face,

I like you for practical reasons.

 By tuttysan © 2007 

For practical reasons – a poem. Photo: Tower Bridge, London.