Perfection Poem by Justin Chan

What,
You ask,
Is perfection?

Perfection,
Is the way,
You look at me,
With this sparkling eyes.

Perfection,
Is the way,
Your coppery brown hair,
Catches the sunlight.

Perfection,
Is the moment,
When your lips,
Curve upwards,
In a radiant smile.

Perfection,
Is the sound,
Of your silvery laughter,
Echoing through,
The halls of time.

Perfection,
Is the warmth,
I feel,
Every single time,
I set my eyes on you.
The feeling of contention,
And joy.

What,
You ask,
Is perfection?
Perfection,
I say,
Is you.