Ezekiel Ian Hitt

Perfect Women

I swear it, I swear it true

I will never find a woman as flawless as you.

 

I looked you in your eyes oh your perfect eyes 

the shades of brown jade pierced me as I looked among you and died. 

 

your caramel skin marks my soul weak and useless

how may I see such beauty and find my heart whole?

 

I immediately saw my second half in you.

blackness crept unto my inner being and marked me empty.