Perfect Other
She is the face of perfection
Facet for affection
Divine connection
A woman's desired reflection
The ideal direction
She is the forest, the rain
On the throne she reigns
She is the wind, the sea
As far as the eye can see
The little things remind you of her humanity
A laugh, a yawn,
A smile, a frown,
If it were not for these signs, then she could have fooled me
On the outside, she is the cosmic masterpiece
Her shining eyes are the centrepiece
Her heart is her mouthpiece
Her voice is enigmatic peace
Her radiance does not decrease
On the inside, she is the ideal city
The Platonic utopia
The Aristotelian polity
A constant state of oxyopia
An esoteric serenity
An ineffable identity
And she satisfies both the rational human and animal appetite
A perfect Manichean dualism
A yin-yang balance of energies
The source of all remedies
Therefore, she cannot be mine
For she is a paragon, and that is the sign
That I should know better
Save the best for the best
And let fate treat the rest
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