Simple Complexities

There was once a girl,
And one day she met a boy;
She was so terribly beautiful -
The kind of beautiful boys destroy.

Yet he was so ordinary,
Like a summer blue sky;
But she fell in love with him
Without knowing why.

She thought he was different,
In some ordinary way;
She fell in love with his ordinariness,
More and more every day.

She liked the way he put his arm around her,
And tucked his fingers above her hip;
And he liked the way she leant into him,
Smiled and bit her lip.

They were simple,
And complex,
In the most varied of ways,
And together they spent
The most complex, simple days.

There once was a boy,
And one day he met a girl;
He was so terribly plain –
The kind of plain girls unfurl.

Yet she was so beautiful,
Like the sunrise in fall;
But he fell in love with her
Without trying at all.

He thought she was ordinary,
In some different way;
He fell in love with her differentness,
More and more every day.

He liked the way she interlaced her fingers with his,
And squeezed his hand too tight;
And she liked the loving way
He would hold her hand all night.

They were complex,
And simple,
In the most straight-forward of ways,
And together they spent
The most complex, simple days.