For Molly May

by Gale   Feb 5, 2008


From that beautiful short brown hair
To those green converses
I study you
Every contour
Every Crevase
All the perfections and imperfections
All the Pure beauty
You don't see it
Not many do
At least not the way I do
No one has really seen the "real" you
All except me that is
And I think there is one exceptional young woman in there
In that shell that you put on each day
You need to let yourself out
Become free and unrestricted
Like you long to be
I can see it in your eyes
I know you and who you are
And it is Pure Beauty.

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