Perfect, nearest perfection,
Was it me or was something-
Missing? Faintest reflection,
On the elusive one-thing.
To me it felt meaningful,
If just for that one moment,
Love is one such vehicle,
If given time to foment.
Maybe I’m wrong completely,
I’m just trying to deflect,
As my heart fails effetely,
It’s my fault it’s not perfect.
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