Oh Mrs Carver next door, she overdoes her perfume.
I’ve spoken to her several times.
“Less is more dear-heart, less is more”.
A little less Cologne and more faith.
But every Sunday the fragrance wafts through my window.
I guess she doesn’t see Perfection the way I do.
And my X husband, now there’s a gem, a sapphire,
A diamond at the top of the tiara.
“No you don’t get to bash me anymore.”
Don’t look so disappointed sweetness.
I guess you don’t see Perfection the way I do.
Oh God forgive me,
I do see the Lightning fairy in Love,
I do hear the Angels singing.
I feel the warmth the Sun.
I guess you and I see Perfection the same way.
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From an ex-perfectionist's point of view, the idea of perfection makes my skin crawl and the feelings come from both extreme sides of the pendulum. These days I tend to prefer subtlety over all else. A very engaging read. Happy New Year DWa 🥳🎉
Yes you are right there is a thin line between perfect and obsessive compulsive.Happy New Year mi amigo
Lol, you had to say those two concepts beside each other! Thanks kindly DWa 👍🏻
A interesting read as always, i guess what is perfection is up to what some one believes is perfection, myself i am not sure if there is such a thing and if there was if i would enjoy it. A very enjoyable read. Happy New Year to you and all.
Thanks for reading and commenting.Happy New year
You are very welcome
Different points of view lead to different moods and actions. A most poetic projection of our personal prejudices. So nicely written. A Happy New Year
Thank you compadre.Happy new year
Excellent write David
If we were all perfect David for what would we have to aim in life?
Andy
You are right,Thanks for your insight
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