You are perfect, In all your Imperfections. You are beautiful, In your undying Glory. Your broken soul Is the very thing That makes you Whole. Your gentle kiss, Your healing touch. You are you, And no one else. 'Tis you I love, In all your Perfect Imperfections. Under cover of the night, By the stars gentle glow, 'Tis you I love. In your glorious beauty. In the quiet morn, Your face peaceful, Unadorned-- 'Tis you I love. In all your perfect, Imperfections