#WritcoPoemPrompt37
I wasn't expecting perfection,
For I boldly fell in love with your imperfections
Love I say is imperfectly perfect,
Glad you bodily turned love a prefect.
In the quietest part of the night,
When you hover between dark and light,
Wondering if you can float away on dreams,
Hoping they won't turn into screams,
Will smiles spread abroad?
Or your tears will begin to offload?

When the garment of loneliness,
Wears you in cold darkness,
Will your thoughts drag me back,
into your...