My Perfection

Perfect
That word
Is made

For her

Eyes like dark
Mysterious
Pools

That you can gaze into
Fall into
and

Never

Come out
I've talked
to her

In my dreams

told her
presented
myself

to her

She, of course,
was gracious
In her

Declining

And flitted away
Not even in
My dreams

May i have her?

Perfect
yet never
mine

Will that
Be
Called

My Perfection