Sometimes,
It's what you cannot say.
Cannot write.
Cannot bring those words together,
That make the most sense.
Perhaps the mind,
In it's depth
Waits for perfection.
So what you say,
When you finally say it.
When you finally write it.
Will make no sense.
Until perfection herself reads it.
And knows,
That these words
Were written just for her.
Though she doesn't even know you,
She knows it's you.
You,
Who has written perfection
Just for her.
Perfection has something magic, we all fear it is impossible but deep inside we long and believe and know that somewhere, somehow it is coming. The poem describes very nicely and poetically the search for it with words and when they finally will come, they will only be understood by perfection. Wonderful ending. Excellent poem.
Can someone say depth? I love this poem because it could be to all women as a whole or to one special person that exists within your mind or some unknown location on the other side of hemisphere. If I was a woman I would be smitten with these words but since I am not I am going to steal them and try to catch a mermaid. Very nicely done Donnie!
we all strive for it very few ever obtain it some think they have it but not so a good write
Yeah, kind of a double play on words, maybe triple. As perfection only exists in my eyes of who ever she is and the title of this poem. Therefor my depth of mind and black ink ;) seem to have found the loop hole of perfection, where perfection to anyone else less plagiarized, cannot exist. But you know what they say plagiarism is the finest form of compliment. So after all that, maybe it is I who have plagiarized from my own subconscious only to find.. Perfection. because after all, being the author and the thief of these words, I must certainly know she breathes.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Yes perfection is beyond words vocabulary and many times gross human introspection. So much abstraction to perfection. Few can catch its beauty it's spirit the reason for its existence. Another master piece