Sometimes I think in poems...

Not Perfect

You aren’t perfect,

But that’s ok.

You aren’t perfect,

But

I love you

Anyway.

Instead I love the things about

You

That aren’t so perfect.

I love the way your hair curls

All over wherever

It

Wants.

And how you love to be

Tickled even though you

Pretend you

Don’t like it

At all.

I love how

You think you’re so

Right

and

Often you are, but

Sometimes

You’re not,

I love watching you eat your

Words

Because you do

It so well.

I love that you love what

I love,

Except vegetables and

Wheat pasta and

You promise to never

Eat them.

Don’t worry, you’ll look

Good eating those too.

I love how your

Smile

Is just

A little bit

Crooked,

It warms my heart oh

So

Much.

I love when that crooked smile

And your squinty eyes

Look at me.

Because I can tell

That

You love me

And

Think I’m pretty perfect.

Even though,

I’m not.

You aren’t what I

Would have thought to have

Picked.

And you aren’t

Perfect.

But that’s ok

Because that’s why

I love you.