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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