It's embarrassing to realise just how much I value beauty
when all the time I tell myself it's character that counts.
So when sometimes (amazingly) a woman really likes me
but I don't feel the same for her because she's rather plain,
I actually feel guilty that I ought to do my duty,
respond to her as best I can and hope affection mounts.
The un-lovely are not unloving and shouldn't be unloveable.