simply perfection

February 22, 2015

Flawless?

Baby, I’m unblemished.

I am an unmarked canvas ready for God’s masterpiece.

I am whole, intact, unbroken, undamaged.

Bless your heart, honey because I am in mint condition.

Pristine, immaculate, impeccable even.

I am exemplary, an ideal model of true brilliance.

Arrogant no, I am just me.

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