Perfection Poem by Daniele Cerasoli

Perfection



I love to walk around with you
Or talk and stay up late;
Even waiting with you, sometimes,
Is really something great.
But none of this really matters -
Not the time, nor place, nor view -
Because for me, perfection is
Whenever I'm with you.

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