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An Ode To My Fair Lady


Mario V. Farina

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"Why did you marry me, Bob?" my wife, Angela, asked. It was our first month anniversary!

"Darling!" I exclaimed, "because I love you! Why would you ask a question like that?"

"I'm so plain!" she said. "You could have chosen any of the most beautiful women in town. You've seen them walking around at the University! Flouncing their blonde hair from side to side, flashing their bright blue eyes at any of the men who might be looking! Surely, you noticed them when we were dating!"

"Of course I noticed them, dear!" I said, "but I wasn't looking for a movie star! They're much too young for me, anyway; and I wouldn't know how to deal with them across the breakfast table like we're doing now! You're not plain! You're the most beautiful woman I know! Your face is, actually, more than beautiful, it has character as well!"

"I never heard anyone say that about my face. Usually, they take a glance, then get back to their sports pages! I hate looking at myself in the mirror!"

"Angie, dear, that may have been because they don't see what I saw in you! At first, I was attracted by your personality, but then, as I got to know you, I found a greater depth than that which, perhaps, even you, are not fully aware of!"

"Nevertheless," she said, "I do have poor self-esteem!"

"That's nonsense!" I commented compellingly. "You have so much going for you! You're lovely, intelligent, kind, imaginative, and so much more. Why do you feel that way?"

"I don't know," she said. "But, I can't shake it!"

"Do you mind if I try?" I asked.

"It won't work!"

"Well, I have a whole lifetime to keep trying," I said. "I had recognized several of your best qualities before we were married, but now that we've been together for a while, I keep seeing more and more every day. For example, what you did for that stray cat while we were dating!"

"Yes, I remember her," she said. "It wasn't anything that anyone wouldn't have done. It was snowing, and she was hungry, I only let her into the house to have a little food and get warm. I knew she was an outdoor cat and wouldn't want to stay. I suppose you might think I was only showing off to impress you!"

"Oh, Angie," I said. "I know sincerity when I see it! You were simply being kind. I think that's one of your finest qualities. I see it coming to the fore many times!"

"I think everyone should be kind," she said quietly almost inaudibly.

"You're remarkably intelligent," I said. "The job you have with that attorney requires that you probably know as much about the law as he does!"

"I'm only trying to do the best I can. He pays me well. He's a nice man that anyone would want to do their best for!"

"Maybe so," I said, "but with you, I think you do a little better than the best!"

"I try," she mumbled.

"And you're dependable!" I said. "There was that important case coming up. It was raining. Your car wouldn't start! Your phone wasn't working! You ran to my house. In the rain! Begging for a ride so you could get to work on time. I don't think anyone else would've done that! How long did it take for you to dry off in the courtroom?"

"Oh, that!" She muttered. "Not long! I don't know how he did it, Mr. Grimley had a nice lady bring me some warm, dry clothing I could change into."

"Darling, I could go on and on. Consider this! During our engagement, we were discussing who was going to be boss in our home. You said there would be no boss! All important decisions were going to be jointly made! No exceptions! Not only that! Everything we owned in our home was going to be jointly owned. And, there were never going to be any secrets. We understood there might be spats, but we were never going to go to bed without making up and kissing good night!"

"I didn't invent the ideas," she said.

"Maybe not, but you put them into effect! And it's been working so well! There's so much more!" I said. "Won't you accept some of what I'm saying!"

"No! I don't have a great deal of self-esteem, and nothing will change that!"

We were both silent for a while, each within our own thoughts. Then, I said, "Angie, I'm moved to write a love poem about you. The words are flooding into my mind, can I recite them to you as they arrive?"

"Of course, dear!"

I spoke these words:

An Ode To My Plain Lady

No single grace, not fair of face,

No great qualities to speak of,

And yet, my own, my very own,

This sweet lady that I love so dearly!

"The words keep pouring in, Angie! Shall I continue?"


"What's wrong, dear. Don't you like the words?"

"Darling, you told me I was beautiful!"

"Yes, I did, but you won't admit it!"

"You said I was kind!"

"Yes, but you won't admit it!"

"Well, some of what you said was true!"

"Oh, I'm so happy to hear that! That you should have a little more self-esteem?"

"Maybe a little!"

"Wonderful! I can do something about it with the words of the poem. I'll change the title and have it start like this:"

An Ode To My Fair Lady

My fair lady,

A wealth of grace, and fair of face,

So many qualities to speak of,

And yet my own, my very own,

This sweet lady that I love so dearly!

"I like that!" she said. "Would you read it to me when you're finished?"

"I surely will!" I said.

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