I Sit and Write Rondine

I sit and write, begging for beautiful; If I could l’d keep my image a blur, or look just like a made up character; To be striking and unforgettable, like poems delicately meaningful; Accepting my face would be easier; I sit and write; Possessing a vivid mind is dreadful this imagination is sinister; Being a ‘Ten’ would make life smoother, my face would match my artistic ramble; I sit and write.