She is indeed the most perfect and
complete soul I will ever see again…
But I am the one who keeps making it less worthy…

If she is the moon, I am the dark craters on it.
If she is the sun, I am the coronal hole.
If her eyes are as deep as the ocean,
Mine are as shallow as a puddle.
If her smile, profound indeed, is as colourful as the rainbow,
Mine is as sombre as a clouded...