The Way You Are

She sees these imperfections,
Which I simply cannot find,
She sees her own reflection,
Getting fatter all the time,
She listens to the magaizines,
That raise the bar too high,
And ruined what perfect really means,
And broke her 'till she cried,
They stole her sense of innocence,
And joy and zest for life,
But I was always cognicent,
Of her eternal strife,
I wish that you could hear me,
My doomed falling star,
I'll take you as you used to be,
Perfect just the way you are.

by eochaid
posted on 11/06/2007