to my gem

my definition of perfect

You asked me why I called you perfect
When you had so many flaws
The Standard for perfect

you said you couldn't get at all

You were farthest from it
that is what you said
but darling let me tell you

what I see instead

A mosaic isn't made of

perfect tiles of glass
Its shattered pieces of colors
it's broken little shards

For me  perfect isn't flawless
No perfect has scars .
Perfect isn't a line

or any type of bar .

It's the way we fit together
its the harmony we're in
It's the way you look at me
It's in the way you grin

It's in your spells of mischief
It's in your times of rage
It's in the way you blush
When you smile and say my name

Perfect is the way you talk
Perfect is your laugh
Perfect is how I'd say

you fit inside my heart

You have never had to change

the way you are for me
I love you as you  are

and I do hope you can see

Your flaws make you who you are
And I would never change them

Scars and faults built  you
They made a beautiful human

So darling you're not flawless
No you have your faults
I would never change them
For perfect to me you are .

Author's Note

ignore grammar

Reviews

[Gee]

Your authors note will grate on many who view this as a writing site.
Enjoyed the read

[rhea]

grammar isnt my forte. working on it lol.

[Suchita]

nice poem, though how dyou convince one they're broken but beautiful? Nobody wants that, we all want perfection.

yet well-expressed n easily understood

[Jamie]

This is so beautiful. The comparison to the mosaic art style is such a brilliant example. Very wonderful read.

[rhea]

thank you so much! glad you liked it!