Monday, January 10, 2011

Imperfection

In the all the ways you are not
You have completed me
You lack the flawlessness thus holding the edge
The edge to a world in which I can jump,
Enter and be part of all that I have ever dreamt
Of becoming.
Your world is different
Because you never asked for perfection,
You want only the connection,
A love affection,
and this mean imperfection.

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