ALChemy19 Nov 2005

The Perfect Woman

Doesn't she realize
what I see through these eyes
Tis not the milk white skin
or silken hair
nor blushed cheeks
or flush red lips
not starlight eyes that in
mine eyes the sun cannot compair

Doesn't she comprehend
why I love her without end
The answers in her foolish grin
and her subtle intellect
her hopeless dreams
her clueless schemes
For she is not perfection
and that is why she is perfect