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