best version of myself

full of love but she's selfish guts and glory but also hellish immortal state of mind, saying "I won't perish" beauty in life that she won't cherish and as I'm looking in a mirror gazing at this women I listen to her heart, see how it's been woven she's gazing right back as if in the future think I need to let her go, she's like a tumor you see, the best version of myself hasn't made it here yet but I'll see her one day, even before I meet death