There was a time when I thought you were perfect.
You occupied a Mt Everest sized pedestal.
I would gaze up at you from down below,
through clouds that obstructed my view.
I could no more see a flaw in you than I could see imperfection in an Angel in heaven.
Unworthiness kept me from speaking a word.
Fear held an icy grip on my heart,
for I thought I could never be the one to reach that summit
and stand beside you.
Ideals of beauty that seemed impossible to attain made me run away.
Thank you fear for pushing me into action.
For in my feeble attempts to become worthy of your attention,
I have come to embrace that I am perfectly, imperfect.
My worthiness doesn’t come from a mirroring of perfection
but is drawn from the deep well-spring of my heart,
which forever overflows with perfect love for you.
It’s proven time and time again over the years,
that no fault or flaw exists in you that would make it run dry.
I’ve learned that everyone has fear,
even when they appear to have the world on a string.
We’ve both suffered in attempts to be perfect.
The perfect child, partner, parent, giver.
I will no longer add pressure to be what we are not,
because perfection is most beautiful when it’s flawed.
I promise I will no longer hold you to such unreachable heights
that even angels fear to tread,
but I will solidly ground you in unconditional love.
These eyes see the real you now and forever more,
not perfect, yet eternally perfect for me.
Written by Marla C. Kelly on January 14, 2020
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Artwork: Detail of “Romantic Encounter” by Mihaly vin Zichy