Perfection

I wanted the world to love my love, so I began by lopping off the things that made it lopsided.

Then I ground away all the smaller imperfections.

I filled in the chinks, spruced up the color, spiffied up its persona and buffed it until it shone.

I only wanted it to look perfect when the world saw it.

The world saw it and judged it and deemed it imperfect in so many respects.

My tears fell in raging rivers as I sat there, humiliated and depressed.

Until my love held me close murmuring sweet words into my ear,

An ear that was lopsided and attached to great imperfections, on a woman full of chinks with faded hair and dulled skin.

I learned about perfection in that moment.