Perfection

I found perfection in her smile, Her golden strands of hair, Her peachy lips I'd kiss a while, If we had time to spare. I found her beauty matched her style, The clothes she chose to wear... Upon her heart, meant to beguile, With love beyond compare... I found perfection in her eyes, Like twinkling stars of light... And in the stirring of my sighs And love's great appetite... Yet most of all, I realise, Beyond her teeth so white, Her mouth speaks words so worldly wise, That doubts in her take flight. I found perfection in her heart, She says beats now for me... As if she's struck by Cupid's dart And filled with ecstasy... What mysteries love can impart To spirits fancy free... I found perfection from the start And all eternity... Denis Martindale, copyright, December 2009.