Her

Her.

the straightness of her smile

the perfect arch of her brow

the curve of her hips

the plumpness of her lips

 

the bounce of her hair

her sweet scent in the air

the fabric of her dress

her purpose, to impress

 

perfection is her law

a creation for the drop of a jaw

to keep them all in awe

the epitome of a flaw

 

 

Her.

the spots on her face

the lack of grace

the fire of her hair

the glasses she wears

 

the clumsy walk

the way her eye cocks

the snort in her laugh

the way her words lag

 

the way she looks in the mirror

how she shes herself clearer

how she appreciates her own awe

Her- she is without flaw

 

 

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