Dear Lovely
You have your mother's eyes;
But the world is telling you
That they are not big enough
So you despair
And you envy
The doe-eyed beauties
That you see on the covers of your books.
But lovely,
Do you not see that your eyes shine bright
Like the sun on a balmy, summer day
And maybe, the reason you cannot see this
Is that you are too busy
Lighting up the room
To see the radiance on your face.
