devon da poet (April 27,1992 / Sauteurs, Grenada)
Mistakes taken for perfection
I reckon she's the one;
the one for me.
O, what Perfect eyes and lips; comely?
Her voice reminds me of a soft charming song.
A fantasy in reality.
As she cried tears of joy my mind was tickled into laughter.
And my heart was compelled to float along
her warm temperate water
as a crater lake in the midst of the amazon.
She's perfect I implied,
as I was swept off my feet
by her sweetness and her natural ability to make one obsess.
Gently she walked on hills that sparked the pavement
into a burning fire.
The texture of her raiment
were silk and velvet,
as smooth as her skin were.
Perfection I've seen!
Silently she spoke words that provoked my judgment
and my ability to think consciously.
As her smiles transformed into dimples,
my heart was simply defiled with purity,
as it raced ninety miles per hour and jittered unusually.
She was perfectly controlling my emotions and exploiting my compassion
as i became a vulnerable prey.
Together we were like love birds
sitting and caressing
to the music of her silence,
as she whispered in my ears.
A kiss I've missed was no perfection,
as her history couldn't be forgiven.
I've had a misfortune in my desperation;
Mistakes taken for perfection.
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