Hopeful

Take me into your arms,
Let me feel perfection.

Yes.

I said perfection.

There is something that makes this right.

Arms embrace me like a lion,
Or a very large kitten,
Strong like steel,
Gentle like a cradle.

He can be furious like fire,
And be hot like it too,
Or still like water,
Calm and mellow.

The chemist threw a batch together,
Of both naughty and nice,
Of strength and of weakness,

And when he reads this he might find it weird,
But in my eyes he's perfect...

Perfect,

And not mine.

Author notes

Jotted this one down the other day after I got home...Still with these words I don't think I can truely describe this feeling. Must be a name for it somewhere....or not....