Everyone wants to feel like someone cares, someone to love with my life in their hands.

Written By: John Michael Foarde
For: Rebekah Marie Bentley and Stephanie Diane Parker

Ladies sit before the mirror only seeing flaws.
They pine for what they do not see and it always gives me pause.
I wonder how these princesses as lovely as they are.
Can never look into the glass and just see past their scars.
They sit cross-legged on the floor scanning with baleful eyes.
They touch their hair, their nose, their mouth, and sigh their heavy sighs.
They cannot see what I see, the precious flowers that I know.
Dancing round the room like winter songbirds in the snow.
They do not hear the sweetness of their voice like summer rain.
They don't feel sorrow slip away when I see their face again.
They don't feel the lonely cold melt into joyous rays of sun.
When like the does in springtime with their bare feets they run.
My heart breaks when their tears fall just like the autumn leaves
That fall onto the frosty ground from the slowly sleeping trees.
They rushed into my heart just like the mountain brooklet flows.
And wherever they may float in life, there my heart shall go.
Like a snowflake looked at closely, they are splendidly unique.
Beautiful and flawless though they can never seem to see.
Forever I'll watch over them, these princesses of mine.
Forever I'll watch over them, my angels with blind eyes.