I don't see your imperfections
No!

There's no-thing of them to mention from my mouth
Just stout
Praise in a heady haze, hoping you stay that way
In the coming days.

I don't see your imperfections.
No!

I can't dissect you in a plethora of directions -
It's all one;
Can't be undone;
So pretty, so sweet…
So undeniably, femininely, handsome…

And yet I long
For a sweeter set of words
To explain in terms you deserve
Of exactly what it is in your beauty I've observed

But for now I absorb what I've noticed
In this mini-loving-resurrection:

Knowing no matter where I look,
I'll never see your imperfections.