What's the definition of perfection?
Is it possible to be that defined?
Does perfection even exist at all?
Is it beauty and compassion combined?
Maybe perfection is insincere,
There to alienate each other,
Perfection is the untouched dwelling,
A beauty in all its splendor.
Can I be perfect for you?
An unscathed image so still,
Will you love me better?
Do you feel what I can feel?
I want to be your perfection,
I want to be entirely divine,
To wake and make you smile,
Your early morning sunshine.
