In a perfect world I shall come
With flesh not subjected to death,
And with stories untold sum
The mystery of love yet
With untarnished image,
And beget love that shall endure through time,
And cross all love hardships and maze,
And make love pure and sublime,
And smooch the eternity pledged by us
If by our passion we diffuse eternally
To come up with greater truth thus.
It’s not by virtue of things unknown truly,
But with love known—shared, tended and
cherished.
In a perfect world I shall come
With being unadulterated,
And with stories untold sum
And garner all the hearts yet.
Stages metamorphosed by purity,
Claim eternity perfected by time
And make love pure and sublime
With love subject to no deaths
but celebrated with chime.
Very nice poem
Thanks!
Thank you for your comment, Pushmaotee.