With lips thin like ribbon
and tasting of wine.
With eyes like quartz,
seeing past my words.
With arms like vices,
holding me forever.
With a voice,
clear and crystal,
telling me of her love.
Perfection attained,
dreams come to reality.
Only reality never comes,
only the memory remains.
Ideal love trapped
in a dreamers mind.
She exists only for me.
She is perfection,
though never seen.
She is my everything
and my nothing
rolled into one.
Clinging to her,
I refuse to surrender her.
My heart yearns for her,
although my mind knows
she is only a dream.
She is perfection never seen,
save in my dreams.
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