I am consumed by
the deliberate understanding that your perfection is as accurate to my heart as
the imperfection of a perverse society’s fabrication of faultless beauty.
As I reflect
within my own sincere intention of understanding all of the facets that devise
the vastly exhaustive puzzle that is my heart I realize that the pureness in
which I perceive your beauty is like that of a innocent yearning I recall from
my childhood.
Dreaming of my own
individual understanding of beauty lacking the demands of any other energy…
… I
manufactured the most innocent form of beauty imaginable.
I dare say with
feelings of vulnerability and apprehension that my heart has not only found the
exquisiteness of innocence, but struggle to embrace such a dream as reality.
In my learning of
this love I now understand it as the innocence of my heart…
Since the time since we had first
witnessed each other’s breath…
…since we had first
felt the connection…
... since we first
tasted the reality of our hearts…
…I have come to realize the
essence of my perfect beauty.
This Perfection
reads and understands the ramblings from my mind…
This Perfection
accepts the insecurity…
…then tastes the secrets of my
body.
While witnessing
the gentle flow of feeling stream from the eyes of beautifully imperfect
perfection my heart is then consumed with understanding and willingness to taste
the flow of distorted communication…
…then simply communicate.
Consumed by the
imperfection in this world that denotes an effortless conclusion…
Obsessed to
consider myself as imperfect as this worlds perfect beauty I find myself mislaid
at times… then I open my heart and remember how blissfully imperfect you and I
really are…
then…
…time is
nothing…
…and I realize…
How desperately I
am in love with your imperfection.
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