A picture of perfection we dream in the night
reveling in the hope of all things aright
unprepared for such great loss such pain
deeply cutting asunder then bleeding me to stain
A beauty so rare and so innocent
one cannot of love so represent
without the intrinsic beat of the heart
that tells you truly, love is an art
I will not give into this sorrow of loneliness
or be stuck in this moment without redress
I will be true to my inmost secret desires
negative thoughts or depressions mires are
burning to ashes as on funeral priers
I am unique without and within
I am a man who will never give in
Change is inherent change is the key
I imagine perfection as you sealed to me
