I wrote you to be perfect, how you shine.
From your bright eyes to the strength of your spine.
You are my guardian angel, my sword.
Cast from the contents of my heart I poured.
Frisson and neon, breathtaking design.
You’ve seen so much, and you never decline.
The position of my strength I assign.
Melancholy King, my very own lord.
I wrote you to be perfect, how you shine.
Dress as classy as a glass of red wine.
“You are so very pretty” I opine.
I hope one day to see you so adored.
Only follow mine and your own accord.
Tricky as a fox yet still so divine.
I wrote you to be perfect, how you shine.
