No,
It is not really perfect,
Nothing like what you might have guessed.

But,
It is the only place I am happy,
With her hands holding my face, I feel blessed.

Yes,
It is somewhere on an isle in the middle of nowhere,
A place where I always feel completely satisfied and truly loved.

Ahh,
I hold her face with one hand,
And I be kissing her as I undo the laces behind.

Oh,
It is so very beautiful,
The love we share is beyond being physical.

I walk the halls
in this blinding light
for I can't see
though try as I might
that we burn together
hoping of something better
to find in the mystery
of life's constant injury.