There was no catch in matchless catch
when light, unlooked for, came
into his life which yearned to hatch
fair future bright sans shame.
No spookyness, no fear, protest,
no cause for dire distress,
no obligation – welcome guest
could aspirations bless.
Soft smile may rhyme with tenderness,
end trial, reflections’ flow
prepared through time won’t second guess
‘perfection’ two share, show.
24 May 2008 6: 12: 00 AM
Perfection's Catch
It just came on tiptoe
Silently, in disguise;
I had not wished it to-
It was here without fright.
This feeling about you,
Furtively, in plain light,
As faint as a spook,
But so true and so bright.
The freshness of a brook,
The softness of a smile
One second, just one look,
A stealthy dive in life:
Perfection caught o[i]n time.
Maude Corrieras
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