I opened the doors to this beautifully built heart. It had all the making of the perfect home. From the love to the affection, it became so pleasing to my soul.

The kitchen all the ingredients to happiness. All the measurements for the different ingredient, laid out on the table just waiting to be served to anyone willing to make something of it.

The bedroom was cushioned safety and warmth. These blankets covered my insecurities and doubts, and the pillow was tailored with a sweet voice, that lullabied me to sleep.

The living room was so full of life, and the couches were laced with fabrics of tender care. Engulfed in the softness of the seats, one was made to believe that perfection was in the moment.

Around the corner came a light giggle. Rays of sunlight blessed the skin of love, and the room echoed the radiance of her being. I thought I had entered perfection, and I was humbled to meet, Perfection.

She sat me down, we had a meal of conversations, digested with light giggles of laughter. Quenched our laughing moments with light smiles, and long stares.

Beauty had beckoned me to compliment perfection. How does one do so? So, I leaned over and held her. She looked at me and smiled. I whispered to her, “You’re everything I’ve hoped for, and more.”

I figured that would be the only fitting line to tell, Perfection. Tell her that her name, was not oversold.