She's Perfect. Too Perfect.

Your voice initiates pandemonium; a series of butterflies taking flight in my chest. Your smile reeks havoc with my nerves, a sight that always takes my breath. Your touch is like a gift from heaven, a token from above, every segment of your aura has contributed, to make me fall in love. Moulded to the very definition of sublime, sculpted as prescribed: you possess beauty unparalleled, no one is as you are inside. Honestly ambitious due to intellect, with a sensitive soul: everything I would wish for, but my heart bears your beauty’s toll. I cannot compete for your affection as I don’t match up to your perfection, to tell you I loved you would serve only embarrassment - I’m just one of a collection. Maybe it’s timidity, but I’m loathe to express what I know: my dejected heart strains with pain and forlorn longing, every time you go…