Perfection

Eyes a warm brown

Hair charcoal black

Swaying gently in the breeze

I gave a finishing touch to my image of perfection

Took the brush to add color

To the masterpiece of my imagination

Waiting for my painting to reveal

My creation of utmost perfection

I painted the face

A pretty diamond shape

With angular and sharp features

Added richness to my image of perfection

I slid the brush on the paper

With gentle concern

There should be none a flaw

In my image of perfection

Slowly bought this picture to life

From the paper came a heavenly maiden

I stared at this beauty

I stared at my image of perfection

She extended a white hand

Beckoned me in her direction

But all I did was stand and stare

Stare at this foreign beauty of cold perfection

The brown eyes with none of the warmth

This masterpiece had come to life

But my heart gave a painful jerk

This beauty lacked kindness which I forgot to paint