Perfect Love Poem by ... Caliban

Perfect love is white marble.

It is pure, it is clean, it is clear,
Incandescent with light.
Incontrovertibly right.
Sparkling bright as a baby's first tear.
But please spare a thought,
For the commoner sort,
That is complex and veined at its heart,
In its whirls and its whorls,
Are two different worlds,
That are mingled but still held apart.
Is its beauty reduced,
By its intricate use,
Or enhanced? It is all in the eye.
Is it danger you see,
Or a life bursting free,
A heart broken, or touching the sky?