IMPERFECTION

Love me with all my blemishes
love me,  for I can't be none else--so
if you are ready to say yes
just let me know

If I were perfect
you wouldn't want me
I would be hard to live with
it would cause you misery

Because I am imperfect
I am the clay, love and mould me
as you would be the lover-potter
hands-on we would be truly happy

Even our life would not be perfect
but I am sure we would do well together--verily-
so, love me when my hands are *****
in the garden or when the dinner I serve is less than satisfactory.