Perfection In It's Definition Poem by Chris Tiganescu

Give thee a gem, a birth stone.
The vision which we are intrusted
in too view nothing less then pure,
and that is all my gaze has
held... and all it will ever hold.
For once grace had strolled into
my presence my world was illuminated
ten fold. These were not the feelings
of a distressed teen, but more
that of a lost lover's soul. How
beautiful she stands as she gazes at
I. I who cannot even compare to her
beauty had been given the gift of
a goddess, I am stricken by the
feeling of love, she is perfection
in it's definition. Eyes break the
barrier of a mans heart and lips
purer then pearls. Such a woman of
beauty to be taken by I, a man of
mediocrity. Surely god had smiled
upon me that day for in that moment I
had received the gift of a bound
friend, a bound wife and a bound lover.
Truely in this day I had received
the woman of perfection.