In perfect love we stand

She sings in colors of purple light my smile,

as my heart quickens to face her touch.

In her hands is my heart asking for nothing,

making all that I ever desired complete.

She has a smile that melts my soul,

passion that craves my own.

Her eyes are just so beautiful,

perfection has a name.

Featherlike fingers brushing away my pain,

in the rain she is always my comfort.

Life has never been what I feel with her,

she rescues me from myself when I can’t stand.

All that is in her makes in me what I now believe,

for in her love is my life and a perfect life this is.







Johnny Newell