Perfection

The narrator speaks of a beautiful girl.

O heavenly creature
can you be of this Earth?
You are flawless,
a Venus,
a dear.

With curves so sublime
I look on with awe.
Never…
have I seen such a dream

How gentle you are
as you hold of my heart.
How easily
you could crush,
could destroy.

But you stay as you are
as I stand and behold
perfection,
to the eyes of a boy.