Perfection, is the word
I'd use to describe you,
my love. We fit together
so well like a hand and
a glove.
Shall I compare thee to
a Summer's day? Why
yes I could, such odd
perfection is hard to find
I say.
I thought that perfection
was nothing but a myth,
a figment of the human
imagination, a fairytale.
So if you were such utter
perfection, why is it that
I feel this has all gone stale.
So beautiful, so posed, so
lovely and grand. And yet
I can't help but feel that it
has all gone so bland.
Utter perfection, you truly
are. I just hope that one
day, we'll be on par.
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