I long and ache in agony,
Agony filling my being in full.
Such perfection un-noticed
What doth anyone enjoy still ?
Every action in resonance of absolute perfection,
No remark uttered, music created,
Or video produced has even a slight fault,
This blend of perfection, can none but me see it still ?
Life, action, music and movie,
Nothing is pretense or at fault.
If any had a defect, so would the universe
Please, somebody claim that my premise is right.