Feigning Perfection

Love must come before perfection

The damned who thought otherwise

Oh, my love. Will I ever know affection?

 

The culprit who looks at their reflection

May one cry with closed eyes

Love must come before perfection

 

Love letters that became a collection

All of them returned, to my surprise

Oh, my love. Will I ever know affection?

 

Eyes following their blurry perception

Only seeing what is on the franchise

Love must come before perfection

 

Colors splashing onto a blank conception

Creating nothing more than a disguise

Oh, my love. Will I ever know affection?

 

Carry on now, with that deception

Until we bring it along to our demise

Love must come before perfection

Oh, my love. Will I ever know affection?

 

 

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