Perfection is looking into your eyes and seeing our souls dance like the flickering flames of fire reaching for the stars, or watching water swirl around a rock in a shallow brook.
Watching the wind gently caress the long, swaying grass -- all the slow movements that ensnare you in a trance.
Happiness in your voice whispers to the recesses of my mind, like the crackling of a fire that pops in tiny explosions, or the gurgling babbling of a brook, the laughter of water sprites.
Whispers of secrets in the swishing grass, only our souls know -- all the sounds that echo of joy found only in the heart.
Serenity in companionship, providing peace for the soul, like the dying embers of a fire emitting a soft glow, or a lazy river gently flowing with promises of peace and calm.
A soft breeze that carries fragrance to lull your senses --a peace that flows through you and gives your soul a home.
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