You find value in

my deficiencies,

and fullness,

in my vacancy.

You find stability

in my inconsistency,

and bliss,

in my melancholy.

You find fortitude,

in my frailty,

and competence,

in my inability.

You find seriousness,

in my buffoonery,

and clarity, amidst

my perplexity.

You find exquisiteness,

when I feel ugly,

and offer hope, to

my despondency.

I’m not quite sure how,

you could love me,

given these flaws

that you don’t seem to see.

But through that

which you do see,

though hard to believe,

I know you’re perfect for me.

Humbly yours,

J