Quit Complaining and Fall

She has a face that makes it difficult to Love for anything
Her body's an inferno that he is forced to keep from
Her nose curls up as she walks to her song
She still doesn't get it e'en though it's right in front of her

He's done his part, now he's done with her
he'll have to swallow his pride to wed
yet his good looks and features attract her still
In the end, we wonder, will he yield?

They each have their flaws and yet each are alike
Compelled like polars they can't seem to part
Attraction, Contention, conflict, they fight
But something tells us they're ment not to separate

She is too pretty, he is too smart,
They both fit together, can only we see that?


Author's Note:
I wrote this poem one line at a time and published it through social media. I made a couple minor changes, but for the most part this was an experiment to see how people took to the creation of a creative work. --I hypothesized that people would be more interested in the process of creation rather than the actual art, so I have been experimenting with the "process" as an art form. I seemed to have received positive results, so I may do it again in some other manifestation [hint hint ;)]