What's Not to Love in Perfection
You know I love you
Yet you seem not to notice
When I smile at you
You turn away
What's wrong?
I'm beautiful
I'm strong
I'm intelligent
I'm athletic
I'm funny
In a word; perfect
You know I love you
Yet you ignore me when I speak
You make short conversation
We hardly speak
Or see eachother
Because you turn a blind eye to my love
Why?
I sing
I dance
I write
I play sports
I act
In a word; perfect
You're funny
You play sports
You like to laugh
You inhabit my dreams
You inhabit my thoughts
You are the air I breathe
You are the smile on my lips
You are the laughter in my eyes
You are the sunlight I see
You are the only thing I need
You are the black hole in my atmosphere
In a word; perfect
poem by Gwenevere Cornwell
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