Perfection Must Wait
In truth, I have never known
how to deal with 'true love'.
Does it glow or shine
can it spin on a dime?
I truly have known 'love'
in many shapes and forms.
It was never perfect,
never not unsullied by petty deceits.
I saw not angel wings
lifting it upon high
perfection did not wink its godly eye,
but damn it
yes, love in any rough-hewn shape
has for me been true;
love in a far less pristine guise
that will do.
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