One day, there will be 

one who makes you smile.

Nothing will be coincidental in their choosing

to sit near you,

their willingness to hear your hurts,

to make a circle of two.

You will think them - 

too old, too poor, too gauche, uncool,

they would not parade well upon your arm,

keep you in the lifestyle

to which you'd become acccutomed,

provide no kudos to boast of on Instatwitbookgram and

besides,

they will be nothing more than the unlikeliest

of friends,

one to whom you are being generous

in giving your attention.

...

Then,

one day,

completely without notice,

that alarming birthmark/crooked nose/unlovely ears/

legs/eyebrows/receding chin that feature

that once caused ridicule will melt

as into air.

You will wonder how your attention was ever drawn there.

You will begin to see instead the kindness

in their eyes, hear the gentle in their voice,

yearn for the sweetness of their touch

and then,

if you

are fortunate and the other

true,

                you will learn to walk naked.