Perfection
He walks the hallways like they’re his own,
Although he his humble personality never lets him see it.
His brown slightly shaggy hair playfully sways in the light breeze.
His light summer tan makes him seem almost glistening.
His tall, thin figure shows off his tan muscles.
His skilled fingers glide up and down his grand piano flawlessly,
As his eyes glitter with euphoria.
He loves art and has impeccable script,
Which is helpful considering writing is his favourite subject.
His humour can make even the strictest and mature people laugh,
While his personality can lighten the darkest emotions.
His smile is flawless,
It is enough to make any girl swoon.
His laughter is as beautiful as the birds,
Singing cheerfully in the morning.
His eyes are as glimmery,
As the morning dew,
Reflecting the rising sun.
He is perfect.
Perfection is like a warm sunny day,
After a month on snow,
Or the shower of rain in a desert,
Awakening the hibernating flowers.
Perfection,
Is the rainbow,
After the hurricane.
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