my perfect woman doesn’t have a physical body
yet she outweighs every thought in mind
she’s a simple void, 
i find myself always looking to complete the picture

it’s strange, i have to sense her 
without my eyes i can see her
i’ll know who she is, 
i’d recognize her in any lifetime

she speaks as though her words were handcrafted for me
she walks with a tenderness causing the roses around her to rise out of a wilting gloom
mother nature herself approves

her kindness takes flight among the birds in true tranquillity 
and showers everyone around her with it
i’d be a fool to be jealous; 
everybody loves her, not just me
 

09/30/2023