Even though I am spotted; even though I am speckled,

I hope that I am not looked at as the ugly duckling.

I hope that I am wrapped in a cocoon of love, one day.

It's never wrong to long for the caressing of songbirds and the warm sun's kiss.

Despite my appearance in which people have declared stare-worthy,

I'm hoping that there is one body that finds me like a sparking crystal, willing to walk with me through the caverns and discover the path of the long run.

I hope the years tick away for merely this reason:

I want it, now.

But...the only things that stand in my way are the vicious waiting of time and my looks...

Guys wouldn't want such a speckled frog like myself.

Would they?

My head wonders...

"Don't be such an impatient, speckled frog." I say to myself.