I like the towels in place,
Arranged in parallel lines.
I like the boxes kept,
Matching edges in a line.
I want my man perfect,
With an athletic body and an intelligent mind.
But, I met you
And I found,
Not everything I wanted, was perfect,
Just a perfect heart to love me much.
So, even if you were not perfect in so many levels,
Even when you made my towels unparalleled,
Even when you disarranged my boxes and linens,
You were my perfect man,
With a perfect love.
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ACHES [Wattys Winner 2015]
PoetryAin't we drowning but still floating in our complexities of love and hatred, happiness and sorrow & life and the journey. Short stories and poetry about true living i.e living through an ache and coming out of it. Want to meet my words in versatile...
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