picture perfect

the portrait is finished
she struggles to see
an imperfection
in her love-to-be

she labels it "perfect"
and treasures it so
didn't look closer
so she'll never know

about the obvious flaw
in her image of them
oblivious to thorns
in her rosebud's stem

'till she finds the spot
that catches her eye
love is not perfect
its all a lie

fruitless efforts
to erase the mark
she refuses to listen
and remains in the dark

a sad tale
of a girl so blind
stares at her picture
made in her mind

avoiding the truth
forever she sleeps
afraid of reality
that makes her weep

lives in the dream
of the love she knew
when she opened her eyes
oh! what to do

betrayed by hope
the portrait- a stain
of the endless tears
that realize her pain

an artist's vision
destroyed right then
leaving a girl
who won't love again