Perfect
Their perfect! I sighed, sharing truth in play.
Hands off! She says and we laugh, laugh at our jokes that show how we feel.
For in truth, he is perfect, perfect not for me, and is sweet for her.
Perfect they are all!
Woven with all the colors of life and power and love, once shaken out fill the room with your glory,
And amaze those who look for them, your gems of works, brightening in the day,
Increasing with the times, never fade to gray.
I look upon them and rejoice at your mind,
That could think up such glorious things.
I laugh and you increase my joy, let me see myself as you and they do,
As a gem of works, brightening in the day and increasing with the time, never fade to gray,
Not threadbare in danger of holes, with colors of vague hue and the smell of musty attic.
Their Perfect! Your Perfect! And as hard as it is to say it, so am I.