In A Perfect World Poem by Daniel Cherenet

In a perfect world i
walk into the room and
her beauty catch my eye
she had the heart of an innocent baby and the scent of the best cologne,
her sweet aroma followed me like a a shadow on a hot summer day

each day i wanted to talked to her,
understand what makes her different from us.
As i learn more about her, it seemed more apparent to me that she was the one

i began to get that feeling in my chest,
where it hardens up and when i talk to her nothing i say seems to be perfect
i look deep in my heart to describe her beauty to her but words can only do so much
as for action i had no energy for that, i have been parlayed by the venom of love and every breath reminds me
of the time i should be spending with her

as time passes it only becomes harder to get her off my mind
every single thing i do somehow turns me around and makes me wonder' what if? '

that one hypothetical question that gets me trough my day, the illusion that someday i'll be good
enough or what if she meets me half way and everything i worked for pays and I'm glad i waited but what if
she never does and it was all a waste

each day i struggle, tring to understand the concept of love but love a lot like energy can only be transferred but will i ever get it back.
well one thing i know for sure is in a perfect world she would be mine