When Perfection came to see you, did you meet his eye? Did you hold it in your smoldering gaze and sigh? Or did you look away and let it fly? When Perfection came to touch you, did you let him stay? Did you hold him 'till the evening met the day? Or did you turn and let him slip away? When Perfection came to love you, did you kiss him then? Did you hold him as an angel among men? Or do you think about what might have been?
Reason for writing:
saying damn it too many times
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