In a translucent world,
tattered by shimmering expectations
glittering too cold, too sapphire sought.
Another devastation wrought.
Believe in more than what could be,
and yet you are perfect to me.
Destroy another, if you will.
But if you please, I see no ill.
Flawed to a fault inside your eyes,
but through my gaze, I spy another life.
Rose-shaded tint, perhaps this is so,
but need you more than tinted love?
If say I, believe I am true,
there is no man more perfect than you.