The Perfect Woman
Her face etched firmly to her new found heart
Her heart now healed just waiting its restart
a True love hope brings her to standing tall,
no face just virtue calls her love to fall
She sees the fake from fact her pride now past
Her past not perfect but she’s free at last
She takes a breath and sees the big blue sky
She needs no answers to the question, “why”
The truth has set her free she knows herself
Her strength her pain she left on her top shelf
No more a tear imprisoned by her past
a Simple smile her dice she has now cast
I bring my puzzle looking for a match,
at last she’ll be my true love’s perfect catch
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