Reflections do not do you justice.
The imperfections of your features
stand out against the muddy waters of
the worlds “perfection”.
What you see with those eyes of yours
is unique and special as you.
The most vivid roses
and greenest leaves do not compare to
Your crooked smile, and darkening blonde hair,
The blue halos that encircle the encroaching green of your eyes.
No. I think not.
White as paper, and still beautiful.
Standing in nature’s creation
and all I would look at
is you.