I wake up to the face of a shining angel.
Perfection cannot be found or so they tell me.
But I find perfection in your ridges and valleys.
And it is all amplified by the voice
I hear that slips out your mouth.
The most delicate poetry I've ever heard are the words you write.
Words are sewn together by the most fragile string.  
And I wish your magnificence could be spread across the world like pixie dust.
This is more than just mounds of revision
Or rough rawness.
This is utter perfection in one swift swing.
And I love your for it.
I love you for the perfection I'll never find.