A Short Definition of Perfection

Tonight a mist is covering our star,
But somehow that doesn't matter.
We're caught in the moment,
Seeing and hearing,
All we can see is each other and fog,
And all we can hear is the radio.
Something though, something between us connects.
I'm in the passenger seat listening,
To Ben Sing only for us,
And I think to myself,
This can't be anything short of perfect.

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