Right Guy, Wrong Container

I just met one man of my dreams--
I say "one" for I have multifarious dreams--
Who is bright and bold and articulate,
Worldly, industrious, and not "hard to get."
Our dialogues are deft sensations
Worthy of classroom recitations.
Alas, he isn't prepossessing,
Nor do I excel as window dressing;
Our exteriors ain't as exquisite
When viewed from another's parapet
As our inner beauties, and our aesthetics
Disparage drab sights�"we're a pair of pathetics.
We both want a package composed of stiff siding,
Not flimsy tack better suited for hiding,
Attractively wrapped with a pleasing design
That glitters and glows like a diamond mine.
What do we do? Ignore eye-impressions
And plunge past the surface, make concessions
To revel in two-way felicity,
That elusive electricity?
Or do we, like fussbudgets, thrust aside
Synchronicity throbbing from deep inside
And return to the hunt for the pretty and artless,
Preferring the peel to the pulp's juicy tartness?