Perfection has Envious Eyes on You
Perfection has envious eyes on you.
Your smile so warm the sun hides in shame.
Reflected the stars in eyes of deep blue.
Soft locks 'round your face gives Honey its name.
With whispers you speak such delicate words,
They dance ever lightly about the room.
Your voice leads the harmony with all birds.
When flowers hear the sound they fight to bloom.
You always allow a kind word to give.
The fortuneless yearn for when you walk near.
By your gracious hand they will to exist,
And live for the day that they shed no tear.
Sincerely my friend, for this poem is true
How could anyone feel but hate towards you?