She is your
Picture of perfection
In every measurable way
She loves you,
There's no question
She tells you every day
She tastes your
Deep obsession with
Her lips upon your face
She sees your
Every feature and
She sees more than just mistakes
She looks at you
In such a way that
Words cannot explain . . .
Behind your foggy eyes,
There's no disguise to
Shield your insecurity
Beyond those words
That fall so short
You simply say,
"I love you, Trinity."
She is your one exception
Because she knows
Your state of mind
She is your own reflection
Because you see her
Every time
You look into the mirror,
Searching for security
In your tortured mind
There is no fear
Because your thoughts
Emit a melody
In your well-worn heart,
You hear her
And reflecting back
You see
A picture of perfection
Looking back in your direction
Thoughts to myself. Dedicated to Trinity Britton, my flower