The Absolute Perfect

Where do I begin? From the top or the bottom of your body?

From where your waists are curvier than the ocean?

Or from where your face makes me realize love does exist?

The absolute perfect product.

Should I speak of how heaven listens whenever you speak?

Or of how when you walk the world pauses to appreciate your beauty? 

Not  even mother nature herself can match your beauty 

I'd burn your enemy's house to display my craving for you

Swim the Mariana trench just to be able to talk to you

And nothing in the world would make me say no if it meant having you

When you smile flowers bloom and the birds fly

Perfection is given a new definition 

The absolute perfect woman.