A painted blue,
Above our eyes.
With a patch of hue,
Of Grey and White.

The perfect green,
With no brown spots,
Lies at our feet,
As we lay down.

A perfect lay,
On that perfect day.
And it all seemed dull,
In comparison to your gaze.

Your eyes so bright,
That stars shine mild.
Your smile so wide,
Tribulation did hide.

A man be so lucky,
To have you by his side,
Can hold no grudge,
For perfection he did find.