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Perfection
My lips have not yet tasted sin -
An aura of innocence about my skin.
My eyes have not yet twisted truth -
How long before I soil youth?
My face has not yet burned with shame –
So beautiful is my delicate frame.
My ears have not yet rung with cries –
Please never cease your lullabies.
How will you love me the day I break?
How many pieces will I shatter with mistake?
I am silent in your arms – our hearts in sync – you whisper:
“I forgive your faults unknown.
I promise to guide you until you are grown.
My love for you shall never weaken,
In your life forever a beacon.
Because
Regardless of what you feel is defection,
I am your Mother,
I will only ever see - Perfection.”
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