Born Perfect

with the innocence of her tender age
she shines of bright mystery
a reflection of serenity
upon me
 
her eyes twinkle now and then with passion
for life for love for survival
strong as she could be
bold and determined
 
she touches her long luscious hair
let it fall down on her neck
a sweet fragrance all over
sedate this soul
 
a simple dress she adorns
painted in flowers all over
blossoming season of elegance
an angel
 
her lips cannot be more beautiful
not a thousand, just a single kiss suffice
and yet with humbleness she dare say
…..i wasnt born to be perfect
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