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
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