That Which Hath Been Deemed Perfeccion [To My Perfeccion]

Liquid saccharine words,
Caressing mine very ears
With gnathonic praises.
O, Ethereality!
Thou art categorized
Beneath thy perfect name,
Perfeccion.
That which hath been deemed perfect,
Thy saccharine words
Pour down the canal
Of mine ears,
Blocking up the passage
With blissful utterances.
Thy words are as milk and honey.
Thy ascription is as lovely
As thy personality is perfect.
Can I deem thee
To be imperfect?
Nay.
For surely thou art
Ethereal.
For surely thou art
Perfect.
Yet...
Thou hath called me
Thine Phoenix.
Marvellous.