ironic illusion of perfection
it is you whom i desire affection
the stars bow to your complexion
trees of green fall to their knees -
aching for presence in your energy
soul of simple beauty,
radidated over infinite wavelengths,
rocks of solid rigidity, crumble to bear your humility,
the sun gives warmth to you continuously
just to renew your vitality
vines wrap flowers upon you gracefully
simply to celebrate your delicate sexuality
not surprisingly,
you've sought individuality
renounced greed and jealousy
touch of velvet skin memories,
eyes of unspeakable intensity -
his essence i only knew momentarily
i only hope that he thinks of me
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