By wistful
Date: 2002 Jan 06
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My Ten

Pity those who seek perfection
Elusive, though pursued from birth
Rarely can a true perfection
Find its way at home on earth
Endless sleepless nights they toss
Constantly unmet and lost
Tell me: what's perfection's cost?

Fate has dealt me something new
Once willing to settle, she gave me you
Right in my heart; a love so true. . .

Many men have sought perfection
Each is different, per his view.

. . .I see you. . .