What it Means When I Say “Perfect”
Call it, perfect on earth, if you will
I see her through the lens of humanity.
Until we die, we are caught between flesh and a hope for an afterlife.
When I say “perfect”, it’s a simple concept really.
I’m not saying she is manufactured with plastic legs and eyes.
We all learn and develop differently, with a unique individuality.
If we are too careful, watching our every step like OCD, we cannot see the fireflies.
God made all creation with a degree of complexity and diversity.
How could I say she does not paralyze me, energize me, and mesmerize me?
She still does.
So, in light of living on planet earth, she has been diligent with her simplicity and humility.
She is as perfect and anyone could be; she is paradise.
Now that I have met her and cannot take it back, to be positively merry is to be in her vicinity and to marry her tranquility.
Her existence has pulverized me.
She is perfect.
