My screaming affections to an unknown person

[wamvic]

You are perfect,
or are those words to describe you?
I don't know, for they all say perfections are impossible.
So i say, parts of you are perfect, parts of you.
Your eyes,
always saying hello with the warmest care
your lips,
always welcoming me, begging me to feel them upon mine,
your voice,
calling to me and essencing (is that a word?) out in voictrious calls
your arms,
so caring and needing someone to hold
your being in it's entirety
wanting me so it seems,
and mine wanting yours.
Take me oh lustrious lover,
take my heart and my soul,
you need love and i yearn for more
so want me as i want you.

If i can't say you're perfect, then let this be known...

Our love is PERFECT, which is why it can't be touched.

Perhaps this is how we can say we don't need, or we don't want, but what is all of this necessity bull?
Is it want or need?
Is it love or lust?
or in our case,
perfection or untouchable?

that's why i'm doomed to be alone for my life,
because the love i yearn for,
the love i NEED is too perfect
and too great.
The love i WANT is not out there,
for i am not the love that is WANTED.