Poetry

I do not have to be told many truths 
I know I am not god perfect
Or statue beautiful
I have flaws by the millions and counting 
I am wrong for you in every way
Yet, I feel as you are right for me in so many more.

We couldn’t have been more oppositely different
Peasant and Royalty
Their love only triumphs in fairy tales
And unfortunately I don’t have a Fairy God-Mother
Or carry a wand with sparkling magic 
I live in the real world where happiness comes far in between 
And for only short periods of time.

And you, 
Well, you are…you.

Your every move flows like a mountain stream
Delicate and patient, yet swift
Every object you touch stays with a lingering aroma
Giving away a fragrance so exotic and unique
That stuns me on the spot 
Leaving me breathless and paralyzed 
Your sentences echo with magnificent tunes
I can barely keep up with their meaning
For all I know you could be talking about constellations and the oh so many moons
I get lost in their beauty
Like a rose in a maze.

And like I said you, 
Well, you are...everything.