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And now he makes me question,

The meaning of perfection.

Is it sadly just a deception,

Of the human longing perception?



Or could there be something more?

Something true, few explore?



Cause in his sincerity,

And genuine prosperity,

For his unique verity,

We have our polarity.



Our differences and goals,

Come together in our poles.



Refracting and attracting,

Our lives impacting,

One another and reacting,

In our cosmically placed exacting.



Loving each other with this new,

Feeling we just can’t construe.



Something which surpasses sex,

Or any other sexual vex,

And we are out subjects,

To this intriguingly unknown complex.



And with this attraction,

There’s the odd faction.



Which is everything I want,

In my guys flaunt,

As we do jaunt,

Through life’s taunt.



But, in all that we people try,

To find the perfect ally,

Is that really a tie,

That we could search love by?



Cause he makes me question,

The inexistence of perfection.

In our world’s sad perception,

Of the human heart deception.







Inspired by: / Dedicated to: Geoffery Michael Stevens

Created on: October 23, 2007 – 0003