Tandem of Perfection

thou I am not an angel yet!
I can fly, my
great wish, my wings are small
and my feather is still sprouting yell
I can surf the sky
with freedom and liberty to shout up
in the heaven

thou my tongue speak
the language of the melody of the heart,
and my spirit can whisper the
song of the wind, still I always long for
your perfection forever
my warm shelter in your hands lies
in your hope

thou I have reveal the wisdom
of your existence, the verse and the
sweet paradise
I experienced have always seal
my joy and happiness, for my soul browse
your class hour and nothing
can be yours without
perfection the heart can offer, as I open
my moment to be a lady
of your existence,
Amen

poem by Antonio Liao
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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