Perfect |
| by Cherrymary |
You're my idea of perfection.
No faults to unearth.
I feel a powerful connection,
More than words are worth.
Little habits move me,
send me up and beyond.
So happy I can't see.
It's of you I'm so fond.
Beauty, a pure beauty you are.
Stunning and delightful.
That not dirt nor mud could mar.
And of that I am frightful.
Do I love head to toe?
Is that all I see?
Do I love heart and soul,
and do you love me?
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