Youre imperfectly perfect
the words that you speak feel like a summer breeze that melts the ice around my heart
From the start or maybe towards the end
I'm not quite sure, all the words I  couldn't fully comprehend
But I did understand the joy that it brought you
Your face lighting up like Hyde park on the 5th of November
Truly a sight to behold something I'll always remember.
It feels like Cupid himself was responsible for that serendipitous moment
Invisible hands turning my gaze towards you and you stole my attention
Altering my perception of what is truly beautiful in the world
Not diamonds, nor pearls  nor the pinkest spinel
Simply your smile,
the unadulterated happiness radiating from your face is like the warmest of lights
Guiding me from the sea of despair past the rocks of confusion into the safety of your arms
An embrace that is reassuring for the mind, loving to the body and substance for the soul.
Turning my heart into the loudest of percussive instruments that reprises my dreams as they come into fruition
Starting the ignition of a flame that can never be doused as long as you're near
Forever remembering the place, the time and the space when I gazed upon your imperfect perfection

My love
It's quite volatile,
never wants to conform to any type of style
Spontaneous in its persuits of happiness
And keeps its optimism mile after mile.

My love,
May not be the love that I need but, is definitely the love that I deserve
It will make me an active participant even if I want to simply observe.
Stupid decisions which constantly gets on my nerves

Though it's still
My love,
It doesn't believe in give and take
It will go to the ends of the earth while ignoring the signs of the tank running on empty, but it always has substance
It can be shy at times, and just like a boiler in the heart of winter, it just takes a little time to feel it's warmth

My love,
and my heart don't always see eye to eye,
Its tired of seeing it's brother constantly taking a beating but will never say a word
Usually vocal, never seen but always heard.
It's been poked and prodded and ducked and curved

But it's my love, the love that I deserve.

Just one step at a time,
I dont need to look at the bigger picture
no not now, i need to start to figure out
how the hell im going to keep moving forward.
Just one step at a time,
it doesnt matter if ive past the point of exhuastion
my legs are screaming for me to take caution
of the fact that my heat is beating out of proportion,
that my brain is projecting an image of my knees being strong
but its merely a distortion.
Just one step at a time,
You put her on a pedestal before and looked how that worked out
from doubt after doubt, self-consious feelings from within
get twisted on the tounge and when they come out
you wish the cat got it to it first
was it for better or for worse?
dont dwell on it now, put the chat in a herse
burry it all in the deepest part of our mind
its out of sight now so just leave it behind.
just one step at a time,
be careful for what you wish for
because curtiosity just might **** it,
in my feelings becuase of late replies
miscommmuncation and the grey woods of the mind taking the guise
of your pedestal,
corrupting your beautiful image
the athena to your medusa, turning all my hopes into stone
showing me the path ahead was one to be walked alone.
just one step at a time,
self diaganosing can often prove to be fatal
canerous results which can only be remedied with a second opinion
so be patient
its the vitrue of your friends whos advice, cracks the pessimistic dominion
your thoughts have on your mind, everything will be fine
if you take just one step at a time