Strolling through manicured rose garden

He gently utters intended gift

This perfection is all for you, my love

Perfection for my perfect love

Saddened, she bravely replies

I never sought a perfect anything

Rough and uncertain is always my way

Feasting on commoners’ sustenance

Suits my whimsical heart and soul

Look upon my young face and see

Lovely bone structure or porcelain skin

Not a doll but a human being

Perhaps I will be corrupted or marred

In terrible days to come

Will I not then be perfect in your eyes

Roses never bloom forever, my love

Will you love them less when petals fall