We look for perfection,

There are some that mark you so,That forever with you go,Like a friend or like a lover,Just enamored with each other.

Trying to make,Feelings rhyme.

Is it because,Your secrets it knows,Sooths you, as it goes,When you cry,And in realityYou don’t even know Why.< br>y

Illumination, joy that counts,Poetic Flashes, no accounts,For them, no forbidden amounts.

How does it look?What is it like?Mysterious atmosphere,An invisible feeling,That softly guides you,To a peaceful, unending light.

With passionate wordsOf imaginative desire,Oh Poetry!Your fire,Is unstoppable,As your heart palpitatesIncessantly,Full of Love’s desire.