For years I had a picture

For years it had no face

But now your perfect smile

Has stolen its rightful place

I spoke to you with truth

You heard with perfect ears

You picturesque perfection

Will endure in me for years

The picture I once held

For you now is not just

The girl that I once wanted

Was not loving care, but lust

You are the perfect friend

You have the most perfect eyes

But the most perfect thing about you is

You’re my picture epitomized