The Perfect Woman Poem by James McLain

In realms of dreams, where beauty finds its grace,
A vision forms, adorned with every trace.
The perfect woman, beyond mortal sight,
Inscribed in verses, her essence taking flight.

Her eyes, twin mirrors of celestial skies,
Hold tales of wisdom, love, and mysteries.
With every glance, compassion gently weaves,
Embracing hearts, a solace she achieves.

Her smile, a beacon, radiant and pure,
Illuminates souls, all pain to reassure.
A crescent curve, where happiness resides,
Inviting joy to bloom as love abides.

Her voice, a symphony, a melodic stream,
Whispering truths, like whispers in a dream.
A gentle cadence, serenading ears,
Enchanting melodies, dispelling fears.

Her touch, a tender breeze upon the skin,
Bestowing solace, soothing storms within.
A healing caress, a warmth that can embrace,
Infusing strength, with kindness interlaced.

Her mind, a tapestry of vibrant hues,
Where intellect and grace forever fuse.
A seeker of knowledge, forever learning,
Inspiring others with the fire burning.

Her heart, a vessel overflowing wide,
With empathy and love, a constant tide.
She nurtures spirits with compassion's art,
Embracing souls, igniting love's restart.

Her strength, a fortress, resolute and strong,
Defying odds, enduring all that's wrong.
Yet humble still, with grace and poise held high,
She conquers challenges, refusing to comply.

The perfect woman, a symphony complete,
A masterpiece of virtues, rare and sweet.
She dwells within us all, a timeless flame,
Unveiling beauty as we call her name.

For perfect women, as they truly shine,
Reside within, in hearts and souls divine.
Let's celebrate their essence, ever true,
For perfect women, they encompass you