Wednesday, January 25, 2012

sonnet forty three

and my eyes see nothing
save your blessed imperfection,
your magic and energy,
the things you fail to recognize

about yourself, the roads you
have taken to be who you are,
the same roads that led you
to me, the fears that broke

you and maimed your faith –
let me gather each and every
one of them and tell you

they does not matter,
that my love will embrace
them because they complete me.

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