He loved the flaws she tried to show
The scattered pieces, her tender side.
The little cracks, the gentle strain,
All the parts that brought her pain.
She once sat in a father’s dream,
A chair bound tight in another’s scheme.
His ambitions pressed, her own were lost,
She paid the price, she knew the cost.
But in his eyes, she found her peace,
His perfect vision brought release.
He saw the beauty in her mess,
In every stumble, no less, no less.
She loved his gaze, so pure and true,
For it was what she longed to view.
Not another path laid out for her,
But the love he gave, so sure, so pure.
For in his sight, her heart could be,
The woman she had longed to see.
No more the weight of others’ dreams,
Just his love, like flowing streams.
And as she sat, no burdened chair,
But in his world, so light, so fair,
She found the man who loved her flaws,
And in his perfect view, she saw.
