Imperfect Perfection
Love is rarely perfect
Love weaves a web of lossthrough my coreas I covet you. Perpetual days of torment,unfinished thoughts of youtaunt my past and future. Silent cries ride the backof an impossible avowal,always only a wish. My heart wails in your absence,I miss you incurably,I will wait patiently for you. You are not mine,yet I can't let go.My sorrow is a waterfall. A torrent, a flood,a river of miserywhisks me away. Drowning in torment,you...