Perfect(Ion) Poem by Piccola Topo Gigio

Perfect...

Is that he loves me,
And not afraid to do so.
That he words it to me,
And proves it next also.

It's that he understands me,
And when he sees me shaking,
Right there he would be standing,
To succour and support me.

Perfection...

Is that he gives himself to me,
Trusting our fate, completely.
No doubts, no restraint,
Leading us to a grander plane.

It's that he needs me,
As much as I need him,
And how he treasures and holds me,
Guarding that our ground stays firm.