Do you ever think about the perfect people?
What they look like,
Where they are?
Everyone here is so intent on perfection
But how can they know what perfect is?
I've never seen a perfect person
And I know
You can't look me in the eye
And honestly tell me that you know what perfect is
The perfect people must be invisible
Or far away from here
Because they've escaped my notice
These people you aspire to be
But I want to know why, my love
Why, tonight, can't you be happy with me?
Must you always assume
That I see you in this dark light you cast on yourself?
My dear
You're perfect to me
More perfect than the perfect people
That everyone's aspiring to be














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