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Inamorata
I thought perfection a false ideal,
if something is perfect it cannot be real.
But you helped me see that I may have been wrong,
perfection is born of a love that's built strong.
Virtuous and pure, unyielding devotion,
steadfast against time's vicious erosion.
But as with the greatest monuments of man,
our final goal too is to crumble like sand.
I'll lose what's most dear when we say our goodbyes,
but the love will still stand when I close my eyes.
