Nov 30, 2004 07:14
Perfection
Many things in life are flawed.
THey are flawed and unsteady
like the wind.
Through the uncertainty
most wish for some simplicity;
Some beautiful simple perfection.
THough they might wish hard
and dream and dream and dream,
their freams and wishes never come true.
For me ,however, there is a twinkle of hope.
My perfection isnt found in books or pictures, or in a sport or play
But perfection is found in the arms of the one I love.
Through outside my heart the world's harsh winds may blow
The world is warm in my thoughts and in his love.
Insants happiness is mine as the memories spark my mind,
and I find that nothing can ruin the charms that make up
my braclet of memories.
My perfection is simple,
Unchanging like the tide.
I will love him always.
He is my little glimpse of perfection.
11/29/04