It’s not perfect
But because I love you
its imperfection
It is the very definition
of perfection
for me

A gentle squeeze of the hand
is sweaty

The dinner that you prepared
is under-seasoned and over-cooked

The playlist you burn
is not my jam

It’s not perfect
But because I love you
its imperfection
It is the very definition
of perfection
for me

The text that you send
has typos and too many emojis

Your nervous habit
is laughing too loud and talking too much

This poem 
That I write for you

It’s not perfect
But because I love you
its imperfection
It is the very definition
of perfection
for me

The small ways
that every day you show me
just how much you
consider and love me.

That is perfect.