Perfection

Moulded like clay,

Angel’s faces of sunset,

You are perfection,

Perfection itself;

Heart placed in stone

Beats blood to the pale,

Golden coated and glowing

Sunriseover mountains;

The ice-white bizarre,

When much more lives under,

Yet that is the way

Perfection designed:

Mountain and soil-

Made man, natural,

Sculptor’s prized work,

Flawed to be flawless:

You are perfection,

Perfection itself;

No one can call it,

And no one can see

How glittering your reflection

When you stand with me:

You are perfection,

Perfection itself.

The End

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