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The Perfect Poem What indeed makes a poem perfect? Is it form shaped by reflection, Or perhaps it is pure pleasure? Maybe the meter is the measure, That will make the poem perfection. Oh, to create without defect! Could be it is no lack of rhyme Or yet, is it the voiced inflection That brings us to poetic beauty? Think you know? Then do your duty: Tell me what assures selection, Of words that form a poem sublime. For I do not know, that is true. My fate could be to write in prose, Yet poetry is where my heart beats. Its beauty my rude skill cheats. Still one desire in my heart grows: To pen a perfect poem for you. ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only **
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