Perfectly Imperfect

Love at it’s purest and it’s fullest

Our love was a kind of love that was perfectly imperfect.

Beyond the reach of others, in nature a place most feared

Fears that we have overcome, for our love is imperfect

Perfectly written in the land of nature, hidden within the trees.

Somewhere in the wings of birds that fly high above us all

Our love is perfectly imperfect, just the right fit for the two of us.

I trust you with my heart, a given gift from the heavens

Sent to the purest of loves.

The kind of love that no one knows of

To the trees where our love hangs from the leaves

Dripping down to the ground making the most beautiful flowers

Flowers he picked to put in my hair so dark and endless.

Looking deep within his eyes, I see the nature of beauty within

Peace all around us, surrounded by this love we have crafted.

What such a beautiful work of art, nature

Love is so perfectly imperfectly like in the life of

Nature.