Poem: Perfection, Creation, Destruction.

Poem: Perfection, Creation, Destruction.

She was made of gold,
Shining for all to see.
She had a Godly smile,
She smiled only for me.

Her voice was one of angels,
You'd never hear so pure.
Her words were ones of beauty,
Full of innocence, yet mature.

Her hair was softer than silk,
Straight and long, yet so alive.
Her hair could encapsulate a mind,
Sun, snow, rain, she'd thrive.

Her eyes held the finest tapestry,
Of stories old and new.
Her eyes could tell you everything,
Of love and happiness, through and through.

Her face was carved from heaven,
Of everything good and true.
Her face was the best you'd ever see,
Just one look, and you knew.

Her embrace was one of love,
To leave her side, you'd refrain.
Her touch was one of healing,
One touch would dissolve the pain.

Her skin was that of Gold,
A touch would fill you with wealth.
Her skin was such of wonder,
Forever a sight of beauty and health.

Her heart was big and strong,
Her love never defeating.
Her heart was mine, and mine alone,
For me, forever beating.

She was all you'd ever dream.
Nightmares you'd have nevermore.
She was all I'd ever need,
Love was all I'd have evermore.

And I destroyed her.
No longer will you see her smile.
No longer will you see her hair.
No longer will you see her face.
No longer will you hear her voice.
No longer will you look into her eyes.
No longer will you feel her skin.
No longer will you be protected from nightmares.
No longer will you hear her heartbeat.
I have created perfection,
And I have let it die.