Perfect
Perfect If only my hand could paint poppy lips, draw a pair of eyes, that when I looked at them I would have rose petals sprouting from my soul and everything would be wrapped in a jasmine scent. If only life would give me a watercolor palette, I would give away my dreams if I could color a face, locks that with golden light would shower my mornings and would seal away all darkness with just a name. If only my remaining days could have a clean blank canvas, I would draw awakenings overflowed with smiles and I would rock in my arms, like a treasure, the deepest longing of this heart. If only Heaven would grant me life from my womb, I would embroider a voice with the whisper of the seas, I would knit a fair skin with the dew on the flowers and I would create you this way: perfect as you are.