Perfection
Perfection
The wind blows effortlessly through her hair
No effort is taken, in love at first glare
Eyes of brown diamonds, she must share
Her perfection with the world, it is only fair
Like the complexion of her skin, the thought will make your head spin
Having her is the only way I can win
The war of love, I need her perfection
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