Let not you lose this vision you seek,
and see her as she was.
In recession of your jaded sight,
you'll find she has but flaws.

Her eyes in placid pools of gloom,
and hair of arid dirt.
Lacking motivation,
too depressing and inert.

Compared to her you steal the sun,
and represent but kind.
But when you open tired eyes,
You'll see that you've been blind.