Perfection We do not always meet perfection But aye perfection there is Yet perfection is how perfect you know As all is not perfect to all. I have seen perfect in my time And perfect I swear I saw A spirit like wild horses in stride Strands of gold branded her head perfect. With lips pale and pink Like Aurora and Venus combined Yet polished with two blue droplets, Eyes as perfect as my dream Though perfect this beauty may seem Lads did confess otherwise So mistake not perfection as common For only you can tell your truth For perfection is how perfect you know As all is not perfect to all.
Edmond Arrey