She's Perfect. Too Perfect.
Your voice initiates pandemonium; a series of butterflies taking flight in my chest.
Your smile reeks havoc with my nerves, a sight that always takes my breath.
Your touch is like a gift from heaven, a token from above,
every segment of your aura has contributed, to make me fall in love.
Moulded to the very definition of sublime, sculpted as prescribed:
you possess beauty unparalleled, no one is as you are inside.
Honestly ambitious due to intellect, with a sensitive soul:
everything I would wish for, but my heart bears your beauty’s toll.
I cannot compete for your affection as I don’t match up to your perfection,
to tell you I loved you would serve only embarrassment - I’m just one of a collection.
Maybe it’s timidity, but I’m loathe to express what I know:
my dejected heart strains with pain and forlorn longing, every time you go…
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