Just in passing
I realized that Perfection,
While perpetually sought after,
Cannot be reached.
There are no perfect relationships
There are no storybook romances,
No passion and love eternal,
Like in a poem.
And I know that together,
We are not perfect.
But I do know that even when I�m angry
Or sad,
I can�t contain my happiness
Just because I�m still with you,
And I smile at the thought
Of caressing your skin,
Or staring into your eyes,
Or the way you run your hands
Through my hair,
And even though nothing is perfect,
All I need is you.
