Perfection
Our love soared higher than mountain peaks,
Stayed strong in the valleys when i was weak.
Her face is why the angels sing,
Of God, His glory, such a holy thing.
And of her heart of diamond,
Under no temptation will it bend.
Aphrodite, herself could not stand to see,
The woman who stood smiling at me.
Her angelic figure whos hair fell like gold,
Was the keeper of love and beauty untold.
She stand resolute at marble stairs peak,
There lies the purity and love that i seek.
Copyright © Court Thompson | Year Posted 2011
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