you won't find
her in any
reality

she lives, feeds
inside the minds
of the imperfect.

but the lips of hers
have no color
her eyes no
gleeful sparkle
her heart pumping
out only cold dreams.

her host, however
is of much greater
worth;

her eyes are
rays of sunlight
amidst gray clouds;
her smile, like
an ocean breeze,
calms and lifts the soul.

it is she who is
perfect.
Ly.
Imperfect.