I see you are looking in the mirror again.
That look of pure disappointment so clearly twinkling in your beautiful blue eyes.
Your perfect imperfections going round and round all around you. Like the merry-go-round of broken dreams.
All you can see is what is wrong nothing ever seems quite right.
Moreover, your shape never compliments all the expansive clothes you buy to composite your lack of natural beauty of love.
Likewise, your face is so dully covered full of the illusions of last year's past of broken dreams.
Then the mirror begins moving. The whirlwind of broken promises has taken your breath away. Then you blank your blue eyes twice and smile in like forever.
I see you looking in the mirror again Beautiful Sweet Soul Angel.
The look of pure contentment so clearly twinkling in your beautiful blue eyes.
Your perfect imperfections going round and round as you dance oh so lovely like the beautiful dancers from The Nutcracker.
All you can see is what is right nothing ever can be wrong if you just believe. Always believe in yourself Beautiful Sweet Soul Angel.
Your shape is so perfectly imperfect that no expansive clothing can ever suffice your wonderfully beautiful natural beauty.
Beautiful Sweet Soul Angel your face is so bare that I can see deep down into your wonderfully beautiful soul.