Your pistachio eyes
are sometimes weary
and broken.
Your tongue is
sometimes biting,
carrying a scorpion's
sting.
Your hands
are sometimes not
soft and young
as I once remember.
But your heart
is always open.
Your flaws are what
render you
perfect...
And what would
this life
be without you?
This is a mystery
I wish to
remain forever unsolved.
Copyright © Catherine Young, 2008
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