His Imperfections are His Perfections

He may not have much to offer me…

He may not be rich.
He may not have power.
He is far from perfect.

However…

Since when is love and loyalty purchased?

To me, money and power do not mean a thing.

Every precious moment with him is worth it,

Like queen looks up to her king

 

His poisons are of liquor and tobacco,

My toxic passion is him

They are both deadly to us,

And they will most likely be what does us in.

 

Yet we do not give them up…

Mine for my own reasons…

Maybe he’s no good for me

But he gives me something to believe in.

 

Would you listen to people,

If they told you your love isn’t right?

Would you give it all up because of words

Or would you stand by him and fight

 

Of course you would.

You wouldn’t leave him for them,

So who are you to post judgments?

All that matters is what you have with him.

 

He’s a bum, he’s a drunk

Sticks and stones sticks and stones

He smokes a lot and drinks too much

Keep talking shit and I’ll break your bones

 

He has no car and can barely make his way

I have no job, but you have nothing to say to me

Damn, guess we’ll have to do it the old fashioned way

Looks like he’s walkin’ in them Chuck T’s

 

Why do you stand by his side

Even when he doesn’t return your love?

I could ask why you remain with your man

When he treats you like dirt instead of a dove?

 

Listen, he may not be perfect

He may not have a fancy car

His wallet may be lighter than yours

He doesn’t have the muscles of a football star

 

But perfect is boring

Shiny cars get scratched

Money isn’t everything

And muscles turn into fat

 

Bottom line, he respects me an makes me laugh

I care for him for who he is

I don’t want some fake, buff meathead

He is perfect

 

Just the way he is.

 

by: ©Désirée Storms aka Tori P. Coelho 4/20/13