Imperfection

I imagine making love to her

in my mind,

I remember her face;

the passion,

the desire,

the ecstasy,

the peace;

I’m not ready to let go,

not ready for

forgotten memories,

but;

nothing lasts forever,

and this moment fades

like morning mist;

she pretends it doesn't matter,

saying this love

goes beyond bodies

of mere flesh,

and I wonder

if I am strong enough

to care for such a love,

worthy to be loved by

someone such as this,

remembering love tossed aside,

not sure I deserve two

in one lifetime,

so I continue to try,

waiting for a tomorrow

that holds no promise;

searching for perfect love

inside an imperfect world.

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