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A love poem
Category: Writing and Poetry
Perfection Perfection A word of countless meanings, yet each time I look at him, I feel no regret. My love, my perfect. Perfection So distant, so hard to find, yet in his eyes, it lives, pure and kind, eyes made to draw me in, to hold. Perfection A strange thing to define, unnamed by most, but I know this: he’s the one I hold close, th » Continue Reading