Pieces of perfection, elemental, on display
come to my detection while I rest a bit today.
Perfect pleasure pleases me while viewing what I do;
pieces of perfection that I share along with you.
Come and fill the cup of wine, mix it to bright red;
some would still corrupt the mind, and some just end up dead.
Pieces of perfection, I have seen their place in love,
perfection come to consummation in the dream I'm dreaming of.
Sweep me off my feet again, and lay me down to sleep;
perfect peace with you just then in harmony we'll keep.
I'm not perfect nor are you but perfect we become
when love demands that we hold hands while on this earth so numb.
Rest in me, and I in you, eyes closed in their delight;
to see a deeper part of me, to see you in daylight.
Slumber me until we're free, to perfect timing won,
and then let's see perfection free in love, and how it's done.
A contest entry
- ANYTHING! by Beating.
1300 points, ended September 13, 2007, 103 entries
Honorable mention
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Comments
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Beautiful, simply beautiful. The rhyming and flow, you did a wonderful job on, and the imagery, great! You did a nice job with this. Thanks for sharing and Good Luck!
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the rhyming and the rhythm in this is just perfect, and I love how you keep a red line with the word perfect/perfection. Loved it!
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