Flaws or imperfections, I'm riddled with them. From my body all the scars from wounds and surgeries. My impatience is yet another flaw, only wanting what I know one day I will have. A dreamer one simply hoping for the delight one can only imagine. The emotional scars of the mind, remnants of a battlefield that lay wasted. Obsession, probably my biggest flaw. It's because of who you are and how you helped me change. Seeing the vibrant colors instead of the gray in which my past caused. All these flaws or imperfections have made me wholly perfected. It's perfected the way I love you. If it weren't for the scars and brokenness I'd never be the man who could love you the way you need to be loved. Everyday my flaws is what I see when I look at the reflection in the mirror. But when I look in the depths of your hazel eyes, I see what love has perfected.

Dedicated to my Special K, the perfector of my flaws