I have never been one to proclaim,
I...
Was perfect.
Everyone knows,
Those self proclaimed declarations...
Invite those who are seekers of flaws.
And...
Well,
You know me?
I do not send out those invitations.
I merely 'hinted'...
That some things 'you' may find,
I do...
You may perceive as being flawless.
And I simply agreed.
It was 'you' who wanted to define my doings,
As perfect.
You are the beholder!
And as the 'beholdee'...
Why on Earth would I want to argue,
With your assessment?
Have I ever been unreasonable?
Have I?
Especially when you are addressing the obvious.
I respect your visions.
Geeessshhh.
You always want to argue,
Over the truth of things as they appear.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem