It seems that some can alter the belief of non-existent perfection.
Like an evenly crafted work of art.
Fireworks on the Fourth of July.
A sunset on a summer day.
Perhaps a rose fully blossomed in spring. Hours, months, countless years spent being sculpted perfectly on every edge.
An awe inspiring masterpiece.
Colorful and vibrant explosions cast into the air illuminating the sky.
Hearts are lit amongst the warm shades of yellow and red.
Casting many into a centered gaze, the fluorescent light carries on.
Glistening dew waltz along your tilts and an endless stream flows down a long corridor. I've become trapped.
An angel that drifts me off into a daze once she spreads her wings.
The captivating work of art.
My eternal sunset on a summer day.
Perfect in every way.
I'll love this vivid imagery until my very last breath.
Not a single count short in meaning and witnessing the true essence exactly for who and what you are.
Beautiful.