Perfection is a Myth

Like me, she knows perfection is a myth
and yet we love each other without guile
Of all the “perfect” women I’ve been with
I’d trade them all to see my Lover’s smile
I love it when she laughs, but she can cry
There’s laughter and there’s tears in every life
We have no expectations, but we try
to help each other overcome all strife
We also share the happiness of joy
I like to share successes with my friend
I’m glad my friend and I are girl-and-boy
Our kisses make us warm and help us mend
our hearts, if they are broken, bruised, or cracked.
Since I’ve known her, my kisses haven’t lacked.

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