Complicated Perfection
She was covered in messy hair
and wore such manic eyes.
Though she was complicated,
she offered me perfection.
She knew not self-control
or aided in anything worthwhile,
but her voice resounded in an
aria of a tune even a Blue Jay
couldn’t comprehend.
She lived a life on the edge,
no rhyme to her reason and
no reason for her mistakes.
Though she was difficult to
say the least, she was flawless
in my arms.
It was clear she inhabited a
perplex mind. Though she was
intricate to the world, she owned
a simple heart. A woman with
arduous passion for me.
June 10, 2018
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