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;
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.