A Perfect Kind of Love

I won’t love you perfectly.

I’ll tell you that right now.

I will break and fall apart.

I will scream and cry.

I will even give up a few times.

I am far from perfect.

But that doesn’t mean I don’t love you

In fact it means I love you more.

I’m not going to pretend to be some perfect woman vision for you

And I don’t expect you to be some macho man with axe in hand.

No you will be you as long as I get to be me.

We will fight

We will scream

We will cry

But most of all we will love.

I look forward to the honey moon months.

The times we stare into each others eyes

And only ever find ourselves there.

But I look forward more to the quiet months.

The months when the kids are gone

And we are aging

When a date out means a quick meal

And home by 9 o’clock to sit on the couch in our pajamas and watch tv.

I do not demand constant adoration

But consistent love is what I expect.

I do not seek the perfect man

Because I am not a perfect woman.

But baby we are going to love each other perfectly

And not the Hollywood perfect

But the way you and I are perfect.