Perfect Other

She is the face of perfection Facet for affection Divine connection A woman's desired reflection The ideal direction She is the forest, the rain On the throne she reigns She is the wind, the sea As far as the eye can see The little things remind you of her humanity A laugh, a yawn, A smile, a frown, If it were not for these signs, then she could have fooled me On the outside, she is the cosmic masterpiece Her shining eyes are the centrepiece Her heart is her mouthpiece Her voice is enigmatic peace Her radiance does not decrease On the inside, she is the ideal city The Platonic utopia The Aristotelian polity A constant state of oxyopia An esoteric serenity An ineffable identity And she satisfies both the rational human and animal appetite A perfect Manichean dualism A yin-yang balance of energies The source of all remedies Therefore, she cannot be mine For she is a paragon, and that is the sign That I should know better Save the best for the best And let fate treat the rest