I have completely abolished the thought of her.
Eradicated that summertime face from my psyche.
It means nothing now, it never was anything.
It was ridiculously easy to forget.
I couldn't even believe how easy it really was.
I mean the only times I think of her now is
when I drink and write.
While walking at the lake today,
I couldn't help but think of you
and wish somehow
I could have made time
just stand still and wait
for us to finish catching up
on everything in our hearts--
With you on your way
back to your home--
I was a bit pensive,
I will admit.
And then I saw
The Perfect Sunflower
and it made me WISH so much
somehow I could be
that perfect sunflower
Standing tall and proud
full of beauty and grace
everything on me
in its proper place--
and my smile aimed at you,
your heart, your soul--
sending you my love
wherever you go...
I dreamed of you a long time ago
my perfect one
Your smile, your big beautiful eyes
I saw them long before we ever met
You are the woman of my dreams
my perfect one
Some people wait a life time to meet their soul mate
but I'm fortunate to have met you
I don't think I would have ever been able to wait
You're my perfect one
So beautiful. so funny
Cute when you smile and don't realise
the way your hair falls into your eyes
My heart is yours, it beats for you
because you're my perfect one
I love you
Perfection seems so eye catching
something we all strive for.
You were perfect.
Perfect in all the ways that society defines it.
Perfect in all the ways that I once defined it
And you're also the one that unintentionally taught me that I never
want to be " perfect".
Perfection holds the soul back
It closes our minds
and widens our expectations.
Strengthens our insecurities,
and accepts the unaccepted.
It tells us to follow only what is expected
Maybe perfect, isn't so perfect.