Heaven Sent Poem by Richard Ford Bunuel Whale Carnegie Edison Simon Hitchcock Welles Christ Antunes Rodriguez Kubrick

Perfection doesn't make the woman,
flaws do, and love is in acceptance
of those flaws, because in the flaws
being fore fronted in a mate,

then that's all that will be seen,
and no love attained,
true love is to turn a blind eye
to the flaws and seeing past

those flaws and accent
the inner beauty shining on
through your pores
even the pimple laden ones,

inner beauty is seen through a smile
or a wink so sly and smooth,
no man can resist,
there are no flaws

if true love is attained
and in reaching
a Lady Love Life,
I hope you can find love

where love should be
because without love
by woman or man
there is the emptiness inside,

when outside the inside
is you, and that's everything
heaven brought
and can be true