Her eyes exist not to ensnare my heart -
They came about to aid in finding prey.
They are a utilitarian part
Of her body, made special in no way.
Her hair is a blanket wove of dead cells -
One might call it her vestigial fur.
Her nose she has for tracking her prey's smells,
Just another functional part of her.
Her body was made for rearing children,
Her smile's not for gazing at in wonder.
The mere fact that I feel her presence, then,
Should not tear my heart asunder.
And if function's why these things came to be
Why make her they the fairest sight to see?