Please, I can't stand the thought
Of loving you more.
Our pain and our joy
Blend to form a perfect life
In its imperfections.
Please, Don't make it better
How can we grow to love
Stronger and purer every day
Surely we would be crushed
Under the weight of our joy.
Please, keep your bad habits
Annoy me so we'll fight
And spend hours making up
Finding new ways of pleasure
To conquer the pain.
Please, isolate myself from you
Let me long for your presence
Til I'll give up my life
To violate your seclusion
And let you chastise me.
Please, I need you as you are
The perfect soul mate
Who matches me closely
But complements my faults
As I compliment your gifts.
Please, come to me with growth
That springs from within
And not from my wants
Let me hunger for the future
As our time grows ever dearer.
Please, make me learn
Not to fit your expectations
But to help fill your desires
Of a long and fruitful life
Filled with joy and love.














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The perfect soul mate
Who matches me closely
But complements my faults
As I compliment your gifts."
heh... that part made me cry... its a great poem... I relate to it a lot...
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Peace, Hope, Serenity, and a Better Burger
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Anyways, sorry to rant, it's a great poem. Having another intellectual around brings out that side of me I guess.
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In weakness is God's power accomplished ( Psalm 27)
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