Europa's Space Of Poetry

What a feeling that was..
The flutters started in my toes..
And then it floated above;
All negativity disappeared, God knows -
I'm so speechless about this connection,
So deep into my soul..
That I can see my own damn reflection
It's so gentle, smooth but bold, though..
I'm sure of what it could be; a Creature that is..
This being always get me; my T-shirt that is..
And I boil over, this isn't a small fizz;
I'm so eager to exploit the missing key -
To get to open that door and walk in,
Now that’s special to me...
Perfection is a must; no one's perfect though,
Unless it's trust.. That brings honesty and a clear mind
The truth will always be perfection with time