The paragon is an illusion,
Yet somehow it stands,
It's as pieces fusion,
Oddity of lands.

How are you so perfect?
Your arrival landed direct.
Straight onto my heart,
Flawless life's art.

Infinite are my appraisals,
Fortunate grateful parallels,
Where I can land to rest,
To lighten up and jest.

Souls go through so much,
The...