Sweet surrender

She had heard it before but never agreed to accept.
Only she knew the real truth.
Her scrutinizing eyes would never miss all the that she saw.
She saw it all, and knew even more.
But she kept hearing it from time to time.
''You are sheer perfection''. '' You are the ideal sexual object".
It never makes an impact. It never changes her realm.
She is who is and that's what there is, and it's so far from being perfect.
And she knew that there was only one thing that would change her beliefs.
To hear the same words spoken to her, but from a part of her soul, a intergral part of her being.
If the day ever comes, and there will be a moment of truth, and confessions will be layed out, she will rise above her grasp on her truths and become one with what she so desperatly wanted to be. Perfection.
Knowing what she knows she may wait a life time to recieve this confession.
And she will wait. Because she knows that all that is true and real to is in this part of her soul.
She will follow this leader to any and all paths. She knows that all that matters to her is knowing that this is the way she is percieved by that special part of her soul.