You lie Perfectly Openly Honestly Upon my bed And while I want nothing more Than to curl up Beside your flawless form I fear My essence Sooted with vice Rough with coarseness Would tarnish The sublime glint You flaunt So innocently But I know The feeling is mutual For perfection Is arbitrary.
Diamonds They reflect Their effulgence Is no weakness For nothing can cut Or blunt Their brilliance And I suppose This is the lame Metaphor I have reverted to As a demonstration Of my ineffable Vertible Love for you.