Crazy To Focus On Her Flaws
lovely maiden will never be any prettier
twenty-six, the age of the most beautiful
she has no idea how lovely she is
when she is seventy she will look back
thinking how crazy it was to focus on flaws
freckle on her wrist, bump on her ring finger
bemoaning her weight thinking she is heavy
she will gasp at photos of herself at twenty-six
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