Perfect Being, Perfect Love.

I open up my wounds,
And let them bleed to you.
I don’t know if it’s because,
you’ve got the perfect words.
Those perfect right words,
To patch me up.
Or if it’s because,
You’ve got the perfect shoulder,
To cry on.
Or to lean on.
All I know is,
You are the perfect being.
Perfect for me.

You encircle me in your arms,
And right there,
I feel safe
Oh! what a sweet embrace.
To be held by the perfect one.
Who ceases not to love me.
In every way.


God: the perfect being with the perfect Love


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