Sunday, November 4, 2012


Not present in you
Yet you persist
There are many
My vision is clear
Head is leveled
Yet I still see nothing
Of these impurities you claim
They may be present
And escaping my sight
Or they could be the variety
That make me adore you
Whichever of the sort
You will not fade
From my mind or heart
Imperfections or not

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