Coloured Glass

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You come to me 
wearing rose-coloured glasses 
oblivious to their weight on your nose

In rapture, you praise me 
In awe, you list my qualities 
transcribing everything you see 
in detail
I’m… 
flawless 
rosy 
sunshine

I shy away from your praise and wonder– 
I know my faults too well 
I’m not the woman you describe

Yet you grin through a pink haze 
confidently telling me you see clearly 
and I can’t help but smile  
at your sincerity 
despite your distorted perspective– 
no one is as perfect as your coloured glass

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