THE MIRAGE?

She must have come from a land distant

a mirage maybe, too good to be real

the most beautiful thing I had laid my eyes on

but she was not a fragment of my imagination

as the holes in her soul proved her human

To me, she was perfect in all her imperfect ways

her skin gleamed tantalizingly like nothing I had seen 

somehow, her flaws made her ridiculously flawless

and when I breathed her in, even the demons within me

longed to replace chaos with eternal tranquility

when she spoke with that enchanting voice of hers

it felt like the most melodic song my ears were treated to

when she wrapped her arms around me, the mere touch of

her caressing hands made me draw a blank

to all hateful presence in my heart

oh, how I yearned to lose myself within the depths of her eyes

and find myself again, staring in awe

at that embodiment of imperfect perfection

I didn’t want to fall in love with her

for falling represented an ill timed accident

this lady was no accident, for she was destiny

And I chose to guide myself into love, within all my senses,

To hold her hand, and spend the rest of my days

buried in her heart, embedded in her mind, etched in her soul