Monday, July 2, 2007

"Perfect Love"

Her soft brown hair
Her dark green eyes
The way she looks at me
She is forever silent
There are no words to decree
Cross words never spoken
Her love is just a token
The way she sits in posture
With pearls in her hand
The flowing of her silken dress
She'll always understand
From time to time I visit
Her image in my mind
The lady without a name
Unless I'm so inclined
Alas she is a mannequin
She does not see or hear
Within there is no beating heart
She knows not joy or fear
Innocent of all that could be done
Ageless she will remain
I stand before her silently
Oblivious to the rain

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