P e r f e c t . .

With those early morning greys and blues,
And the afternoon sun,
With the evening haze and maze,
And the long drives and fun..

With each passing day,
The strings seem to attach more,
But I still feel a little void there,
The way we keep ourselves,
From being that extra little more..

I want it to be perfect,
With no holes or voids,
Showering the Love that is still hidden,
Somewhere deep within..