Your Fatal Flaw

You seemed to be perfection in my eyes Everything of beauty in you I saw Your pure honesty left no place for lies But alas, I’ve found your one fatal flaw “What could this flaw be?” You ask me so sweet Certain the answer could not be that grave “If I know my flaw, I'll give you a treat Why look so worried, dear? Tell me! Be brave!” So with a heavy heart I pierce your soul “It is pride, dear, PRIDE is your fatal flaw!” You look aghast yet say, “Why this is droll! Your argument is only made of straw.” “FATAL….for from your presence I now part. FATAL…for I bear with me, my dead heart.” Eileen Manassian Ghali