there is undoubtedly nothing perfect
in human strife….
be it living with a girlfriend
or a lovely wife….

all seek perfection in a boy friend ….
hardly one anyone can find….
yet we all must keep perfection in mind…

and

strive to be the best that we can be….
let the rivers of perfection flow….
the aromas of roses blow…

and

as we trudge along the vast loneliness ….
in the universe ….
lets compose poetry terse …

and

keep the imagination far behind….
as we all should seek,
as much love …
as perfection we all have …
in our noble mind.