Poem two.

This poem was written February 25, 2011.


He was 70 inches of perfection

Long, brown hair that flipped out on the edges

Hidden, mysterious blue eyes

Pantherlike in form,

Tall and thin, but not too skinny

His laugh, bright as the summer sun

His smile, always dazzling

Yes, he was perfection

But never mine.


And that's how love blinds you!