2004-01-30: 10:54 p.m.

Perfection

Deep black opals holding endless depths

You seem to see beyond the surface

Red lips, speak of kindness and hope

You quicken my beating heart’s race

High-bridged nose of pure aristocrats

You bear the look of a man with pride

A dimple deeply etched on your left cheek

You possess a charm so dignified

Broad shoulders built tough and strong

You deem worthy of awed attention

Refined fingers that gain envy from women

I say you’re the archetype of perfection.