The not so perfect woman

If I had to describe her persona in one word,
It would be real,
The romantic kind of real,
Not the real that says,
What you see is what you get.  

The real that begets unconditional Love,
The often frustrating kind of real,
That is genuinely caring,
But independent to a point that takes,
A heap of non-interference,
A strict adherence,
To Unconditional Love being the only point of 
   reference, 
One that asks for patience,
And a total lack of offence.

The kind of independence,
That a shovel will not budge,
With only time able to give her that nudge,
Which is needed to open her eyes to,
What unconditional Love can do,
To lighten her burden.
And make her see independence in a new light.

An independence though still intact,
Less exact,
Open to saying the occasional yes,
When help from those with unconditional love in their hearts,
Is offered in a way that is full of tact.
And empty of tacks, 
That in the past has caused her to have panic attacks.
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