the most perfect thing i have ever seen is your imperfection
so beautiful the way you trip over your words when you try to speak to me
so graceful you are,
shifting from foot to foot
so amazing when you try to reach for my hand
but suddenly stop
so charming when you try to impress me
and end up embarassing yourself
however imperfect you may seem,
you are so very perfect to me
This poem is a bittersweet
This poem is a bittersweet read---I could wish that, forty-five years ago, the girls in school had been this willing to accept us as we were, and not as the superifical people thought we should be. Most poems don't get this kind of response from me, but this one took me by surprise and blindided me as only a great poem can do to a reader.
J-Called