Perfection, and pain

His perfection

brings pain to my heart.

His eyes, are so sensative,

and dark.

Fire burns behind those eyes,

that melts my heart.

His lips look as if they were

molded by god himself.

And his body, his face,

were chiseled by angels.

From hard marble of love and

beauty.

All this...

Is beautiful...

But it pains me...

To know it will never be mine.

His perfection, brings me pain.