Far away stood a very fine portrait
Aah ! I said. It was worth the wait.
I look at the mathematical preciseness
The perfect slope on the plain dress
I was awed by the perfect angles,
A perfection devoid of tangles
Years later, I came back to the lady
The smile made me forget perfection
Her eyes never left mine, I sensed a loneliness
The lonely companion who encourages you while you climb the never-ending
Stairs to Perfection.