Some days are more productive than others. This is the third one I started last Thursday.

Beauty, skin deep

He's one lazy eye and a leg that limps
Past arthritic joints, a builder's bum glimpse
Simple distractions from what lies within
The joy of a life you might share with him 

Breathe his expelled air and feel his presence
Hear the weighted words that speak his essence 
His pock marked visage, may it shield from you 
That rare breed of man whose heart will stay true

Imagination, cast ugly aside
If you answer yes, you will be his bride
He'll pucker his lips, your promise to keep
Revealing your dream: a beauty, skin deep