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.








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