Condense the sum of my feebleness,
Let your judging focus be stade on the things you love most about me,
I wil fail you like the wind remembers not to be seen,
Disappoint you like a mother knows how to wind it's baby, this is part of what makes me beautiful, love me like the sky and how accepting it is that the stars and the moon are not always visible,
Make a home for me with tolerance of all my dark sides.
Love my half moon just as much as my full moon.
Love all my stars, even the ones that fall on you like staple on paper, it will hurt but I promise we will be inseparable if you stay.
Look at me like a gold mine whose gold is yet to be discovered.
On the other side of the dust and the rusk, I am a pendent.
Love that my flaws are not hidden from you,
Love that you see me as I am, I know it's not a good sight but it's a privilege only few will ever have.
My love is imperfect, but it's real...and am asking you to have it.
By A Poet Friend, Hope.
