Tired of this? you want me to hush.

An everlasting dream? Either way I blush

What else is there to say but she's perfection?

I love her to death and that is no joke.

She's all I need in any angle of reflection.

Call her imperfect.

Seriously, try it.

I will give you ten-thousand and one reasons why she's fantastic.

Thinking of her makes me feel like I won the lotto.

I don't need the money, or the glory though.

As long as she is the grand prize,

Then and ONLY then

I will consider my life to be

Complete.

Late night serenity

What else makes me this way but her?

Adding fuel to my fire

This is an emergency,

Dire.

Serenity is her

The girl who makes my world bright

Not afraid, even to see the light.

I am filled with might.

Late night serenity,

When she speaks I hear a melody

Lost without her

I lose my identity

But then I found her,

Serene.

A sacred entity.

Writing late nights

My escape. A takeaway

Hiding under a porcelain mask

Piece by piece it falls apart

Need a repair so I can repel the snakes.

Visions of an idyllic lake

Alone and away from the fakes

Depression should never be an obsession

But it takes you over like a storm

But it's okay,

Look that storm in the eye and say

I will run away and transform

Away from this minuscule norm.

My latest thought is that life is Cliché

Missing her for days

Is when MY life becomes Cliché.

The first thought on my mind is her,

The last vision I see is her.

Not a moment where my mind isn’t on her

Dreaming up how happy she makes me

Even though she doesn’t know the half of it.

She’s my ‘imperfect’ perfection

My cure and infection,

There will never be an objection.

Her.
Having  her in mind is the best feeling
Melting my heart day by day
How can someone so amazing exist?
Genuine beauty,
That’s all her.
Not enough words in the dictionary to describe her
I don’t know how things came to part
But I’m overly grateful it did.
She may think she’s imperfect,
With flaws and errors
But to me,
Nothing can ever deter me from saying
She’s perfect.