Thursday, August 27, 2015


When I see you,
I see perfection.
Not a perfect person,
But perfection.
Is it blasphemous to say.
You resemble a Godess?
Not that you are,
But that the image lies within you.
A helpless romantic,
I cannot help
But see beyond what is.
Beyond what you are.
The glory of today
Lies in the miraculous restitution of what is to come.
<SI> Scott Izu, PhD
© August 2015

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