Imperfect Glory

I knew you before I met you.

I knew the way you’d smile.

Your cheek’s blush of pink and red.

The way you’d look at me.

I knew your eyes would fill with love at the sight.

I knew your hair was gold in the sun.

Hours spent inside my head.

I dreamt up hazy coffee mornings.

I imagined crystalline evenings filled with laughter.

I saw you a million different ways a million different times.

I molded you with my hands.

Each corner of you softened by my fingertips.

I rounded out each edge so I could not cut myself.

I caressed each hair so I may lay my head in it.

Each piece of you perfect to the touch.

Perfect to my touch.

Yet no matter how much I tried,

Nothing prepared me to see you.

Just you.

In your Imperfect Glory.

Your corners were no longer round.

Yet you softened to my touch.

Your hair spun gold in the sun.

Our hands shook when we said hello.

Our hearts raced to each other’s perfect symphony.

And you.

Just you.

In all you are.

Helped me find myself again.