MY PERFECTIONIST

How are you so perfect,
Some rear kind of species,
So different from other kinds of human beings.

Maybe it's my imagination, 
The way am so into you and your beautiful soul,
The way you stare right into my soul.

Those stainless white and brown eyes,
That warm body,
Those smooth hands,
That warm and converting voice.

Minutes from you feel like an endless walk through a dark forest with no trail,
Sinking into my obsession over you,
Not minding whether am saved or not,
Only wondering how perfect you are.

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