I love the shape of your soul.
We may not be together anymore,
But I keep a picture of you
Hidden away so I can stare.
When I feel down, I trace your
Curves and dips and bends.
I may not like you anymore
But I sure as hell love you
At least for the perfection
Of your complexion and the
Undying hope of love and the
Never ending goodness of your heart.
It may be over but I will
Harbor the memories close
And lock them up tight
Because I refuse to forget the
Perfection of each imperfection
Lying sleepily in your eyes.

*(r.e.)