Image Of Perfection
He's a god, the image of perfection
One touch and I'm entwined in the net;
One stare in his jade gaze and I melt
An angel and Cupid, the two have met:
Created the ruler, the God of my heart
Apollo and him, I can't tell apart.
His smiles shine and fight the darkness,
A smile that even Narcissus can't beat
Waves of honey gold wash over the front,
From head to toe, the perfect image is compelete,
Heart full of fascination, so pure and light
Makes a laugh of careless flight.
Skins as smooth as marble floor,
Height that challenges a willow tree,
Open-minded yet decisive, kind but honest,
How much proof can there be?
Not a day spent without him,
Not obsession, but love of perfection.
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