“Have no fear of perfection - you'll never reach it.” - Salvador Dalí
Opening the pages of sarcasm,
Avid acumen given without empathy,
Mocks all attempts made at affection,
It is with sadness I accept,
My irrevocable yet unrequited love
with a utopian fantasy.
I remember shouldering passion,
Earnestness to correct myself,
Contemplate with virtuous skill,
And understand with empathy.
Now I sense a departing aura,
The one you associate with death.
Idealism, whatever that may mean
is intense, I doubted like many,
Mistaking conscience for my amor,
Yes they may seem peculiarly akin,
You could strive to be perfect,
But never shall triumph happen.