Whispers of a poet's heart

The perfection of my heart

Has slipped from my life

I’m lost alone now in the dark

Trying to grasp, perfect fragments


Her voice, her touch, and love

Was that of an earthly angel

Too good to be true- but was

Someone I never really deserved


Perfection in every possible way

Making us a perfect, in everyday

Till the day, perfection went away

I relive that impossible day, each day


If only she had embodied imperfection

Maybe she would’ve remained… mine


Poet of the Light © 2021

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