I know it has been awhile since my last post; though poetry is never far from my heart, life has a way of pulling me away from my pen for entirely too long of periods of time. I am making my way back though. Here is my latest poem.
Perfectly Not
Oh, my dear, I adore
you in every part:
body, mind, spirit - though
most your tender heart.
Never was there on earth
a being quite like you;
were I to sing your praises now,
I never would be through!
But yet I must confess,
one more thing I feel:
most of all I love your flaws -
they show me you are real.
For each I had to hunt
(they are hidden well),
but they brought me such joy
I cannot fully tell.
Oh, you are an angel,
one whom I adore!
I love you in your strengths -
in your faults the more.
Each a bit of ballast
that keeps you here, you see.
You may not be perfect,
but you're perfect for me.
~David Jamison~
