Safety

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So what if she was unimpressed at first:
his clothes ill-fitting and his manners rude.
So what if he was boorish, and accursed
with awkward talk and cocky attitude?
She must have been more lonely than she knew
for her to carry on from then to this:
she traded dreams for camping, and she threw
her solitude away to get a kiss.

She’ll tell you it’s the color of his eyes,
his metaphysics and his love of food,
how wise he is about his exercise,
that draw her, but she’s in a lying mood:
For he is unimportant company –
it’s feeling safe that’s her priority.

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