Dirty Peacock; the Night Crane

I saw you were perfect.. and I loved your confidence.. but I yearned to feel whole, So I made a fling... You saw my ego, You smiled at my strength, you raised your brows and gave me a wink... The night was blessed with cool breeze that gave rythms to cling.. I understood your manly display.. a bird with a grandest massive tail though it seemed you had a golden star, though it seemed you had all flowers dance to your guitar... though it seemed you had fine jars and feathers to make the tallest tree har.. Yet you seek to explode me into your fireworks of cigar.. but I am a crane in jakar.. my immunity from duty is my priority... I seek no ideal instance.. I seek for a dirty dove to sour in comfort of our reality... My beauty lies on being unapologetic.. I am a black night crane with no reverence for psychic..