What Perfection Is

When I find this place to which I belong. The force of the feelings that overwhelm me at first sight shall knock me to my knees. With such a force that tears will be pulled from my eyes, and my heart will finally untwist it's gnarled fingers and embrace hope rather than cling desperately. I hope you'll be there, sweet angel. to behold the beauty of my place among the muggles, hidden by the powerful magic of the poetic lifestyle. This my dear mortals is what my perfection is and forever will be- a sense of belonging so strong your feelings are no longer tools, but prisoners to the Perfect Place.