Siren

It's the slightest imperfections

That make you perfect

Those beautiful eyes

Whose colour I cannot tell

A shining beacon 

Akin to a lighthouse

Capturing my undivided attention

After being woefully lost at sea

Lulling me with the promise

Of safety and security

Your thinly curved lips

A slight shade of red

That requires someone

With the courage of Moses

To force them to part

Those three freckles on your cheek

An uncanny resemblance

To the Bermuda Triangle

A subtle reminder

That you are a mystery 

That will remain unsolved

My biggest regret

Not asking for the key

Years later

Reflecting on my idolatry

I can't help but think

Of how naive I was 

Perhaps even foolish

Of worshipping your image

Combined with my fictional creation

Of your personality and character

And I begin to speculate

If fantasy were to collide with reality

Would it shatter the paradox

Or would our growing relationship

Expose my flawed preconceptions

And reveal your strange mannerisms

And curious idiosyncrasies

"Slight imperfections"

And prove you to be more perfect

Than I could possibly have imagined