beautiful
Baby come sit here
lnfront of that mirror and stare at that reflection
It's beautiful
lts a flower in the vase
and it artfully and wonderfully sprouts out of the vase
lt is perfect.
and no one can tell you its not
Baby look at the mirror
see how divine the image is
flawless,priceless, its a masterpiece
And no one should tell you its not
Baby see all perfection in one
the eyes so clear and lit
the curve of the smile is God's most perfect art piece
That is what l see and that is what it is
But you see different because you listen to them
their glasses are dusty and vision blurred
But mine is perfect and l tell you,
you are beautiful .
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