Perfectly Imperfect
Your sweet voice floats through my mind
A musical symphony of harmonious notes
Lifting my mood, allowing me to fly,
I soar through soft fluffy clouds
Though my feet haven’t yet left the floor
Your bright blue eyes sparkle into mine
The gateway to your soul, so pure
Like a drug, they are, addictive at least
For I cannot get enough of them
Though looking into your eyes is unbearable
Your soft, blonde hair flashes into my view
So fine, so breakable, so shimmery, so like you
Shimmering with light, filtering through clouds
The same clouds I’m floating upon, so light
Though I’m unable to stroke your hair
Your ruby red lips, so kissable, glimmer in the sun
Rays of purest sunlight dance across them
Drawing me in with their luscious splendor
My desperate urge to kiss them grows,
Though not now nor ever I will
As you stand before me, I’m captivated
I watch you so intently, so closely
You’ve no idea the things you do to me
The feelings you create within me
You are just so perfectly imperfect.
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