Such a beautiful thing this imperfection 
This little bit that you have sprinkled
Into your soul
The laugh that doesn’t tinkle, it echoes 
From the walls like a summer storm 
It doesn’t hold me in a trance 
It takes me along in its wholesomeness
Making my atoms dance

Your smile that doesn’t dress itself
In perfect pearls of evenness
Instead it reaches for your eyes
Hugging the lines etched there
By all your joy and your good cheer
It doesn’t enchant, it makes me grin
There are no beguiling starry skies
Your smile makes my blood glide warm within

Your body that wears its comfortable cloak
Of comfort food and late night snacks
It doesn’t pack 6-pack abs, instead
It carries an inner anchoring
That special thing that comes 
From going through thick and thin
And still walking on, striding, taking
Others along whose light has fallen dim

Your spirit that lark of joy that resides
Inside your big big heart, it deploys
Like an 8-watt bulb of gentle sunlight
When you walk into a room and smile
And crinkle your twinkling, mirthful eyes
I see it then, the beautiful imperfection 
That makes me catch my breath
Every now and then. I feel a tenderness
A quiet joy and I know that I have found the one
Whose angels and demons play well with mine.