Coffee in Spring

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.

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