Eye On The World Poem by Isabella Night

I once thought the world flourished.
That my world was perfection.
Perfection; you define perfection however you wish to.
To me, the definition is overrated.
Just so, love is too.
No one can tell you what love or perfection is.
My ultimate love and perfection is God.
As I write, I write with an unsteady hand and heart.
I have made my definitions.
I have my faith in my Father.
A dear friend once told me, 'You ultimately have your family, friends, and above all else, God.'
I realized shortly after he spoke these words, he was right.
And though I may have put others before Him, He never left me.
So when you call me a liar, scorn the very ideals you once believed in, I won't care.
My love and perfection will always be here for me.
Though you may not be one of them, I have my few loyal friends, family, and my Father.
Hatred and greed will always succumb to hope and faith.