Perfection Never Seen Poem by Brian Hinckley

With lips thin like ribbon
and tasting of wine.
With eyes like quartz,
seeing past my words.

With arms like vices,
holding me forever.
With a voice,
clear and crystal,
telling me of her love.

Perfection attained,
dreams come to reality.
Only reality never comes,
only the memory remains.

Ideal love trapped
in a dreamers mind.
She exists only for me.

She is perfection,
though never seen.
She is my everything
and my nothing
rolled into one.

Clinging to her,
I refuse to surrender.
My heart yearns for her,
although my mind knows
she is only a dream.

She is perfection never seen,
save in my dreams.