Chaotic Mind's Dosage Of Poetry

I'd Still Care How Imperfect You Are

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         it doesn't matter 
         how imperfections
         are painted and carved in the physique
         of the lass' 
         not-so-well built form of presence,
         what matters most is
         whatever she has on the inside
         that she's been showing,
         that's keeping herself glow,
         her overflowing beauty
         from within, is
         just like a broken red rose,
         you will still admire the beauty
         despite of her broken soul.

— i'd still care how imperfect you are | i.i.