Words of a Poet

Imperfectly Perfect

Your imperfections are perfect to me
Any mistake you make
Is my own.
If in fact you are wrong
I’ll forgive you always.
When I’m mad at you,
I’m even more mad at myself.
I give myself to you completely
You are my world,
The ground I walk on
And the light showing me the way.
You are the reason I awake each day,
Since you are my life.
A perfect human being,
Only one exists
That happens to be you
And no one else.
Why is this true?
Because I’m in love with you.

by Matthew Henrickson