"Perfect"
Early in the morning in a land of despair,
A flower arises, wet with dew,
Everything around it envies its beauty,
Yet that beauty is just a fragment of the beauty of you.
Like a flower, the more our friendship matures, the more beautiful you become,
A stunning personality, openness toward others, and your ability to alleviate any situation make you special in my eyes -
In your presense, even speaking with you -
The time simply flies.
When I'm with you, it's as if you draw out a part of me,
Unlocking dreams from my memory...
Longing, futility -
Someone I could have never believed I would possibly be.
You cast a luminescent beacon over an erst shrouded green bay.
In my view, you're so beautiful, so perfect, in every single way.
So next time you see a flower, remember that for all its apparent lore,
It envies you, surpassing its beauty. You are like the most perfect flower, and yet so much more...