In the crisp cool air of autumn approaching
I sat with my face upturned to the sky
Soaking in the serenity of my surroundings
I can still hear the echo of your voice in my ear
The skies have become ever so blue
Soft clouds perched intermittently
The sun warming my skin
I recall your gentle touch
In a picture perfect world
It would always look like this
You'd always be there
I'd forever feel you near
Then I come to this revelation
As in all the people in this world
We have found each other
And that to me is picture perfect
Lillian Jamison
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/picture-perfect-11/
