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.