Loves Perfect Reality

Is there a such thing as a perfect love?
I can only imagine the gaze you possess that tears me apart
My heart trembling with excitement the moment you'd enter the room
Saying nothing at all still drawing all of my attention
The explicable rush sending shivers down my spine
Countlessly counting each breath you take as I rest my head on your chest
Freezing my heart so I will always feel that sacred moment
How fortunate I am to feel your passions wrath


But how is that you can make me feel unworthy of your love?
Dictating every move I make
Walking on eggshells, I shall not break
Command my attention, my love, my body pours
What else do you want from me? I am already yours
Should I suspect to expect things I cannot accept?
The harsh tones, quickly ill-tempered but sensational man of all men..
Or the docile, cold-hearted but mild mannered beast of whom I gave all of me?
Oh, how I need to be the woman you command me to be
You speak to me, your voice is my drug
With every word, I hang on like an un-relieving fix
Step into my soul, hear my whispers of love echo through your heart
The perfect life, the perfect man, the perfect love....
Is there a such thing?