FLAWLESS

Down in the lake beside,
the moon on a moonless night,
its beauty when magnifies,
"its flawless" the lady cries

the broken barren mirror,
can only hide her horror,
to see the self selflessly.
She praises herself endlessly!

the beauty was hers she thought,
the truth was waste to sought,
the devil her lover had brought,
died when with beauty she fought...

Broke the love with the blow,
her feelings flew as did she throw,
a tear that trickled down though,
cried in pain "Stop, oh....!"

As the burning drops did melt,
her heavy heart had once felt,
the love for lover, the love for beauty,
and stopped her carving to feel pretty...

the charm, charisma, cheer,
were lost in the fact's fear.
The beauty was never flawless,
but beauty SHE had was timeless...

The moon's sheen shown,
whom the clouds did own,
and fairer seemed each spot,
as the eyes were now of the heart...!

the drying, dying flame of love,
got a life... all above,
the feelings she had...now true,
the truth is beauty...its true!!!

the mirror her lover did mend,
her sould SHE had to bend,
to see the love on his part,
feel the flawless beauty of her heart!!!