A perfect man shall never be
until the perfect she
knows all his chinks..
armour pierced
to none but one..
solace sought
in unpoken words
in a radiant smile
in a reassuring hug
A perfect man shall never be
until the perfect she
has covered all his chinks
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Perfection,
it shall never be,
until what is,
is known to be imperfect,
and loved for being so.
You are gifted too Sir, always a pleasure to be read and to read.
YOU wrote this? Well, I'll be damned! :D
*still reeling in shock*
very nice... ( and I understood also! :D )
Very nice Charming! :-D You should write more! :-)
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