I am sorry to you, for my shameful iniquities.
I had the epiphany, while thinking spiritually.
I am constantly honing, reflecting and learning.
To obtain perfection, is my deepest yearning.
To shave off bad, and to become my true nature.
So I label distastes, like nomenclature.
I then frame it into poetry, to love like a perfect rose.
You impressed me indeed, your nature and prose.
It inspired this writing, you are beautiful and mystic.
I am passionately gifted, drawing inspiration, turning it into a goal that is distant.
I want to be a stronger me, able to love a woman like you.
In the mean time I perfect my soul, to match some heart with Gold.