PerfectionA Poem by Sarah McKeever HittPerfection from the way the trees yield to the wind and the sun makes the blossoms awaken to the rain that quenches the thirsty grass perfection Like the way you look at me when my jokes are far too vulgar and my hands tremble out of fear to the mis matched jewelry that I wear perfection in how you understand the inner sanctums of my life and hold up mirrors when I choose to keep myself blind to the head knods you give me when I am at my worst perfection I never knew that my silly heart could attain such a level of beautiful love unrestrained but in my life I can safely say that with you I have found perfection. Maybe time is fleeting and to dust we shall soon be with nothing else to remind our successors of perfection But I shall hold my self to this promise and never stop committing myself to you and ensuring that you always look at me as god's gift to you and that our story was pure and true. perfection. © 2011 Sarah McKeever Hitt |
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Added on August 3, 2011 Last Updated on August 3, 2011 AuthorSarah McKeever HittChicago, ILAboutTake me, I am the drug; take me, I am hallucinogenic. -Salvadore Dali Pleasure cannot be shared; like Pain, it can only be experienced or inflicted, and when we give pleasure to our Lo.. more..Writing |