There's perfection when I see you,
No matter what the measuring device,
Your beauty exceeds all limits, too,
No matter how long it's been since I've seen you,
It's like I haven't even been on this earth,
I've been engulfed by my own despair,
Floating in space in my very own hearse,
And no matter when I stop to think about it,
Whether in joy or deepest sadness,
Your image is like the beacon for my heart,
To find a refuge of completeness.
And it's alright,
If you piss me off every once in a while.
That's not you but a piece of reality,
And just that thought makes me smile.
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