My EyesMature

I wish so much that you could see

Your glory through my eyes

For every self defeating thought

Three good ones would arise


I know that every person is

not perfect in their way

But those very imperfections

Define you here today


I wish that I could spread my sight

to friends who know of me

I think you would be overwhelmed 

by what it is I see


Every woman has a beauty

to that you must believe

And every time you doubt yourself.

remembrance you must weave


Only one of you will have my heart

fate doesn't have a care

But 'member what I think of you

In ways I cannot share


The End

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