The epitome of perfection,
Desirable aptitudes,
Greatly envied throughout.
While the green filter,
Plagues our vision,
I still see,
The innocence within,
A child wearing a flower crown,
Prncing around,
There's no difference.
The sky a cotton farm,
You're softer than that.
A wrestling rink, the
Intense matches with rowdy screams,
Racous atmosphere,
You're stronger than that.
Formations of letters,
Yet everyone's stunned illiterate.
Ten graceful fingers,
Caressing the grand piano.
The canorous melody that floods the room,
No one drowns.
Only I,
In the sea of my admiration.
