Perfect

You’re a wordless poem I hope to perform
Soundless music by a hyperactive orchestra
My mind’s obsession painted on a blank canvas
with the colors of the rainbow and the sadness of a soul

You’re an art form A masterpiece
The proof of a creator’s mastery is embodied in the precision of your curves

Whole in ways that only birth beauty, I want to waltz in the stained glass chapel of your mind
Broken in ways that only birth beauty, I only want to look at the world through the kaleidoscope of your mind.