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If I stubbornly hold her in too high esteem

And my opinion of her is a convoluted dream

A figment of my own selective memory

I'll treasure that delusion merrily

The two or three times she was kind

And put all the others out of my mind

Not speak of her with appropriate candor

But preserve the finer times as if in amber

Nothing short of an angel as far as I recall

Her weaknesses don't matter at all

Any outward behavior is mine to explain

To defend her to others I'll go to great pains

To keep my heart from breaking I choose to be naive

Cover my ears to reason and blindly believe

For if I were to let this delusion slip away

And give my attention to the things you'd say

They would darken my spirit and moisten my eyes

There's nothing left to hold if not those tender lies

No hope to make living worthwhile

Please don't contradict my delicate denial

To me she's the princess I've immortalized in prose

To ignore her deep flaws I've been predisposed

Do not say a word to awaken any doubt

I've already decided what she's all about