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
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