Perfect

You picked a gorgeous, perfect flower today,
Your perfect hand with gleaming scissors’ snip;
And then you spun about in dancing play
With perfect petals at your perfect lip.
The perfect time was noon, the perfect place
Your perfect garden waiting your soft pace,
As gold and purple blooms you looked upon,
Deciding which would be the perfect choice.
Then one you stopped before, like radiant dawn,
And soon, to happy song, I gave my voice.
Now sit we close in perfect, cozy chair,
Inside our bedroom, bracing light.
Your perfect flower stands with kingly air
And waits perfection of a perfect night.

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