Roy Pett Poet Quatrain

Affection Not Perfection

She descended the stairs
Hair matted sleep in her eyes,
Cup of coffee toast and 
marmalade please she cries,

Wearing her baggy cardigan 
Night dress crumpled with stains,
No teeth in her mouth morning breath
Reminders of recently blocked drains,

To say the least she doesn't look 
Her very best,
There again I'm a little shoddy 
In my under pants and string vest,

How we look in the morning 
to others we would not share,
Our love for each other has no 
bounds just shows that we care.

Love is affection not perfection.

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Heidi Sands August 13, 2017 at 7:56 AM So true Roy! What a great poem about the 'acceptance' with love. Great ending...Love is affection not perfection! :) Roy Pett August 13, 2017 at 11:19 AM Thank you so much for your very kind comment on this fun write Heidi, I only see the best in my better half. Thanks again. :))

Joanna Daniel August 13, 2017 at 7:01 AM Wow! True love indeed:) Roy Pett August 13, 2017 at 11:09 AM Thanks for your kind comment Jo, if we love someone we forgive them for most insignificant things. Thanks again. :))

Elizabeth Kinch August 13, 2017 at 4:03 AM Haha, so true! Great words for a funny image Roy. Elizabeth Kinch August 13, 2017 at 2:48 PM I read this sat in my coffee stained dressing gown and bed hair with my husband opposite me in a similar state!!! Roy Pett August 13, 2017 at 11:06 AM Thank you so much Elizabeth, so pleased you liked this fun write. :))