There she runs up the mountain slope
with the snowy peak far above her.
It's an endless struggle, more or less like life
and like the quest to find someone to love her.

I know she will reach the top one day
where she will stand tall and shout:
"I'm beautiful so I don't care what you say!
I'm right here, you guys, check me out!"

For the moment when I tell her she's such a sight
she thinks I'm just another deceiver.
She rolls her eyes and will say: "Yeah, right!"
but eventually she'll become a believer.

You only have to look at her eyes.
Just look at her wavy blond hair.
Just look at her smile, I'm not telling lies.
You will notice she's so sweet and fair.

You hide your true feelings but I know of your pain.
Come on, Caz, see yourself through my eyes.
If you do this poem won't have been written in vain.
Please, believe me, I'm not telling lies.

This poem is about an australian girl called Caitlin. She has the most beautiful eyes and lovely blond hair but still thinks she is unattractive. She feels she is overweight and she always keeps on about other girls who are so much prettier then she is. I already told her they are plastic dolls with no personality at all while she has a lovely sparkling personality. I have seen pictures of her and she is not overweight. She looks very nice but in spite of all the times I told her this she won't believe me. She always responds the same: "Yeah, right!" That makes me smile. To finally persuade her to see herself through my eyes I wrote this poem. She is a member of Allpoetry and goes under the name Cazatas which is a combination of her name and of a friend of her but everyone calls her Caz. So here it is: "Caz, you're a knock-out!"

Dear **Berry**: In hono[u]r of Caz
you've penned some rich razzamatazz.
She likely is pretty
and (also) quite witty
and fond of your frolicsome jazz.

Berry,
I hope Caz finally gets the message. Good poem!
Your friend,
David Fox