Perfection

Your cold and poor-spirited love Was like running water upon my hands... I did for your love, all that I could.... As an imperfect man that I am... I offered you just possible things... Warmth when you were cold, And consolation when you felt hopeless... You search for perfection Which you will never find... Perfect is the rain that falls In the spring time... Perfect are the flowers that grow in a real garden of love.... Perfect is the smile in a child Who plays with toys... Perfection is a man Who had it all And now is getting tired and old... Perfection are the memories In your heart and mind... Perfection is something You shall never find On me or any other man Since perfection is just In your dreams and imagination... Now perfection becomes Just like a story untold.... How sad it is That my love you can no longer have Neither my hands again hold... o! Woman, wish you good luck In your new try... COPY WRITE©2009