Glistening in the breeze
Your hair flys so beautifully
Like a dove in the sky
Such a lovely picture to see you
Smiling back at me and talking
What a great feeling to have inside and out
To care and love you
But do you always need it always?
My hair doesn't glisten
It's not at all a dove
But, yes, to you I am a picture
Taken in the soft lights of 'love'
All my flaws glazed over
It's this perfection you dream of
Your love was once strong and sure
Only it is now mistaken.
Witness to you blinded rapture
I stand here, resolve unshaken
I will not be your lovely picture