Sweet, those lips of yours taste;
Ecstatic they make me.
You own a soul of nature
As nature's soul should not be compared.
Neither should yours, not even to nature
But I can find no better imperfection
To compare you to
For nothing is perfect.
But perfect is what I feel
when I hold you.
And though you live inside,
And though you never part,
I still greed for more.
And though more is not enough,
you are enough for me.
Lines after lines, I fail to explain.
I seek the perfect verse
For what you truly are.
And even if I found it,
I'd still declare to fail,
For perfect is nothing
When it's compared to you.
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Of Agony And Hope
PoetryA random collection of poetry, each telling a story that only happens between the time you start reading, and the time you've stopped...
