sometimes when i think of you
i think you're perfect.

but that's not really true
i think it always

and every night i write to you
but just your name

at the top of the page
and i try so hard,

but there's nothing i could say
as perfect as you

and i try so hard because i know
you and beauty are the same

and all i ever wanted
was to make something beautiful,

so you would never let me be
lonely again.

July 07/09 E.T