Perfectly Imperfect
I saw your figure beneath the shining moonlight
Your hair sparked and eyes bright
Your hands reached up and grabbed a star
Oh how I wished I could be where you are
As if hearing my feeble plea your eyes met mine
Face so angelic, words could not define
You took your other hand reached into your mind
Pull out your imperfections and laid them on the line
I took out a knife and carved out my heart
The minute the pieces met my hand it instantly fell apart
You were suddenly in front of me, star in hand
You pressed my hands together and I felt my heart mend
Your mouth opened yet no words stumbled out of the soft cave
A melody instead is what you gave
A story of heartache and pain flowed on the surface
But beneath that lies its true purpose
Hope spilled out of the song
It flowed into my eyes though it did not stay there long
Drip by drip tear by tear
I felt my soul lighten as you neared
You lift my hands and guided them back to my chest
The string organ no longer suppressed
Eyes closed as your lips met mine
Something kindred, old yet new, but so divine
As my eyes opened you were no longer there
I looked to the stars and saw your face appear
Before I could sadden for even a bit
I felt a tug on my heart that ebbed the darkness away and kept me lit
As I followed the string to see where it ended
I realized it connected to hearts that needed to be mended
Imperfections still laid on the line
Only now they connected with mine
We are both perfectly imperfect and I think for the first time
That's perfectly fine