Perfection holds only to ones deepest desires,
Remembers how only one graced past the mark,
She stood in all her beauty,
And she knew no one could ever be as perfect as her.
The way she laughed, the way she wore her hair,
It meant nothing,
She, was perfect in much deeper ways,
She loved like no one before, she could never be forgotten,
The deeper feeling she made a few grasp,
Is one we wait to conquer,
Her beauty much more divine then my own,
I wait,
I'll never be like that one was,
Never will I remember that she was once perfect,
Perfection is nothing.
