i know
you would
roll your eyes at me
if i dared say
you are perfect
you would
brush it off
or try to
convince me
that it is
far from true
you’d think
i was overly romantic
the fool
was too much
in love
to see reality
with lavender glasses
bleeding out
the hard edges

you, my love, would be wrong

none of us
are flawless
none of us
are some
philosophical ideal
absolutes only exist
in freezing
or theory

when i say
you’re perfect
i mean
you are perfect
exactly
as is
i mean good bits
or bad
see
i find you
intoxicatingly wonderful
that happy or sad
i am content
to love you
through it all
i appreciate
a good storm
goddess knows
i have been
known to be one
myself

when i say
you’re perfect
i mean
for me
and you can’t
persuade me
differently

i may have spent
my entire life
getting ready
for you