Can you remember perfection?

You held that perfect flower
in your hand
But the beauty was lost on you
Each petal more fragrant
More perfect than the last

You looked at it
But did you see it?
Were you aware of how fragile it was?
Did you know when you
Closed your hand
It would be ruined?

I watched as you carelessly
Tossed the petals to the ground
Never giving a second thought
To the destruction of such godly beauty

Then you turned to me
And the same hands that had been so harsh
Touched my face with such tenderness
You looked into my eyes, and you spoke no words
You kissed me, and at that moment in time
I became that perfect flower