Imperfect to a T


If it's what you are, then how can you dream?
How can you cry while seeing beauty in all things?
Why do the waves calm when you're in so deep?
What other imperfections could make you so sweet?
Your eyes match your words in ways you can't see.
When you look at me, there's only harmony.
You speak to me as though your words are singing.
Although you are human, I see nothing but beauty.
To the world you are a grain of salt in the sea.
But to me, you are the Ocean entirely.
I'm aware that you are imperfect to a T,
But it is your imperfection that makes me complete.

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