You are perfection...
Every curve,
every line,
everything about
you...
You are perfection...
Every little nuance and
glow about you.
Your aura draws me,
inspires me,
compels me...
You are perfection...
But how can this
be?
How can perfection
be held in this measure,
this form?
Is there some pretension?
Is some part of you feigned
or false?
No...
There is nothing impure
in you.
You were created by
God,
shaped and molded
by his careful hands.
He made you what you
are,
what you will always be...
Beauty personified,
perfection to me.
An excellent love poem. Glad
An excellent love poem. Glad to see you back onsite.
Starward
Thank you
I've gotten back into the spirit of writing again and hope to be more active in posting on here. I also need to catch up with your works.