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My Eyes

He isn't close to perfect and it's fine, because he doesn't need to be, His imperfections bring out the beauty I see in him, They burn as bright as the stars, always visible from afar, His weirdness is so adorable, because somewhow its attractive, His ambition and actions are what sets him apart, he sure is smart, I'm not praising him nor am I making him seem like something beyond our being B U T , merely pointing out the beauty he once didn't see, He has an amazing heart and I'm glad it beats for me. BY C.SAUNDERS

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Skat A

Date: 1/19/2016 7:32:00 PM

CHRISTINE,, I really enjoyed this poem thanks for sharing **SKAT**

Poet Destroyer A

Date: 4/5/2015 10:00:00 PM

Once again, thank you for the sweet reply...LINDA

Emile Pinet

Date: 3/2/2015 3:01:00 PM

Very well written. Your feelings surface and carry the emotional force behind your words. Emile. #7

Poet Destroyer A

Date: 2/28/2015 6:39:00 PM

Christine, this is sweet. I have a man who is almost like the description above. He's not all that, in my eyes, he's my everything. My soulmate... a perfect verse. Love Linda

Christine Saunders
Date: 3/1/2015 10:27:00 AM

That's great to here Linda, so glad you found someone who makes you feel so special. xx

Patrick Nigros

Date: 2/27/2015 3:02:00 AM

WoW ,, Loving the write.... Amazing how love works... He definitely does not need to be Perfect but love finds his imperfection perfect...

Christine Saunders
Date: 3/1/2015 10:26:00 AM

Thank you Patrick, that's so true.Perfection is not beauty, flaws are.