That Argument

I don't respect you, and you hate me, too,
So why are we together? Are we friends?
Whatever nonsense one of us contends
The other laughs at. When I yell at you,
You kick the dog, I cringe, the air turns blue,
We have that argument that never ends
That's all about the way your face offends
My pure aesthetic sense. You know that's true.

But you're right, too, about my ugly face:
I have the sort of eyes that make men weep,
And legs reminding women of sick sheep.
But this will vanish, leaving no harsh trace:
Some day we'll both be sweet as holy grace,
Some day we'll both be beautiful as sleep.