How it is

"I'd rather have loved and won."

Incomparable

I've looked for forever,
Yet none can compare;
Not the tears of angels,
Nor the taste of their hair.

You may not be perfect,
That I agree,
But perfection is void,
When it's you that I see.

You're nothing I want,
You're nothing I need;
Yet I long for you,
How can that be?

I might say that I love you,
But I know you won't care.
And as much as I'll look,
None will compare.

That defines my disaster.

Salut,

~Josh~

P.S. I might be in a magazine, the interview is this Saturday. Will elaborate later. Maybe. [The pictures will come with an apology]