Perfect imperfections

Smart and inquisitive,

Stubborn and hubristic,

Beautiful and kind,

Wrathful and vindictive,

Patient and loving,

Short-tempered and spiteful.

You’re all of these and more,

But you know them better than I.

What you don’t know is what they do to me.

The way my heart soars when we lose ourselves,

debating the finer points of whatever has captured our attention.

The way every cell in my body trembles with sorrow and rage,

when you‘re hurt and crying.

The quiet peace I get hearing you’re breathing next me,

The thrill that runs through me when you put on that crooked smirk.

Every aspect of you paints a haunting mosaic that I refuse to tear my gaze from,

I love you.