This poem is about my first love, or at least I hope she is my first love, because it sure does feel that way. I have made an attempt to describe her, but failed for words cannot describe Perfection.

Describing Perfection

If God had words to decribe thee,
Then the Heavens themselves would come down to look upon your face.
To look upon your face and attempt to describe perfection, that which is you, would be futal.
To try would have to insult thee,
For there is nothing in the world that can come close to you.
Your beauty would make any man walk through a lake of fire and brimstone to win your affection.
One might confuse your face with the evening sky,
As the sun sets below the ocean of the crystal Pacific.
Your eyes are lipid pools of blue.
Your soul is that of a dove - angelic, and free.
The ruby red of your lips was what God had used to put the spirit into the precious stone.
Golden fields of dandelions bring the memory of your lustrious hair.
And the warmth of your smile can only match that of a burning flame.
Aphrodite, Beloved, Goddess
Thy heart yearns for your touch.
Nothing can destroy that which is perfect,
That which is innocent.
That which is beauty.
That which is sexy.
That which is you.