Perfect Imperfection

“I want to be perfect for you,” he said
Perfection – Exactitude
A description of the unattainable
Don’t change yourself for anyone, not even for me.

I love your imperfection
Those flaws put together, make a precision
         Of who you are
Tale of your pain, told by the scars
         You try to hide
Permit me to kiss them as we take the ride.

         Once upon a time
I always wanted to be perfect
                            Damn!
It still crosses my mind sometimes, “be perfect!”
I fancied perfection like it was a sexy man
And I wanted to make love to it every time
                Later I understood
                Perfection is a falsehood.

Pay no attention
To some minds that may be crowded by illusion
            Of planning perfect lives
Don’t perceive imperfection as a sin
Grasp the blemishes – seen and unseen.

So don’t hide from me the sweet pain in your soul
That right there, makes you whole
Lay your head on my bosom
Let me stroke your torso
And soak in your affection
I appreciate your perfect imperfection.