Give me the sorrow, pain, fear, and anger.
Give me the things that people hate and I’ll smooth out the ruffles.
They’ll make me stronger.
They’ll help me love you.

I see a paragon of virtue in the flaws.
Give me the weakness, and I’ll find its use.
I want the castoffs.
I know their value.

I sit,
Cross-legged by the fire.
The box meant to contain imperfections.
I linger over each, loathing, pity, regret, fear,
My fingers curl over each piece.
My mind caresses the memory.

I change them,
I rewrite the weak,
Strengthen the lesser.
Broken pieces can solidify beautifully.

I swallow the pain, and anger,
Completely neutral outside.
I give a cleanliness to the soul,
At the risk of my own.

If you were to ask…
I’d give honesty.
The fractured pieces demand to be heard.
They scream from their container.
They poke and **** but I swallow it down.
If you ask…

It’s beautifully colored glass,
Broken, healed and broken again.
I can break, but I’ll be whole again.
Colors, defects, knowing and using them
that’s what makes me,
Flawless.

You are amazing.

After what seemed like a lifetime of fervently searching through endless, abyssal, darkness, I have found a stunning array of the most spectacularly luminous qualities, in you. It may be hopelessly cliché, but you are the light at the end of the tunnel.

It is breathtakingly difficult to describe quite how fantastic you are. You are elusive, like a single, pure, white Trillium in a forest of ivy. Your beauty is beyond both simile and metaphor; to your form, there is no comparison. If it is possible for a person to be flawless, then I am sure that you are.

Every word you say captivates my undivided attention, and leaves me hoping for more. I am enraptured by every move your body makes. When you sing, I feel my pulse quicken, and I could listen for hours. When you dance, my eyes follow every action with genuine appreciation for your graceful motion.

No matter what I am doing, I catch myself thinking about you throughout the day, wishing I was next to you. You are everything I want, and more than I could ever ask for. You aren't afraid to laugh like a fool, or cry like a child, or scream at the top of your lungs, or smile like you've never felt pain.

Everything about you makes me crazy over you, and, sometimes, it's easy to question whether someone as incredible as you can even be real...

The Moon shines on in my eyes.
The air is cold and crisp on the face.
The luminescent pale face overcomes all disguise.
Three circles affection; forms for to trace.

My muse is made perfect for such a moment
and my saunter slows to a stand, still stopped.
Bathed in the dark light; so pure is my atonement.
Yet the height of my desire has not dropped.

The depth has deepened, and the width has widened
to encase such a pure celestial sphere.
My soul has cast a requisite to be enlightened,
While yet derived and bereft with fear.

The face I loved is gone, and the nighttime clings so tight.
My moon, which is blue, has stolen my gaze... again,
to give a new face for me; the visage of night.
When the morning shall come I cannot tell. I know not when.

Yet in the turpentine of my misdirection it's best to stop and stair.
for where the wind blows, only the wanderer will care.
All of life is a circle, flawless yet unfair.

There are two truths I cannot seem to realize at the right time:

I am all alone.
I am never alone.

I can't even make it a decent rhyme.

In my pale palm lies something invisible
Yet imaginable
In a desert white valleys and signature ridges
Something beautiful and has no flaws
Lack of it can drive man insane
Or having it can drive a man to better himself
And work for a good future

Tis a calming handful of hope.

Without a flaw about you.
Every scar, freckle, and cut is a work of art.
Every thought in your mind is a work of art.  
Every expression you make is in itself breathtaking.
Each beat of your heart sparks the rhythm of a symphony.
You are without a  doubt
Without a flaw about you.