PERFECT IMPERFECTION

I have seen Ladies, dark, fair & white
From diverse places, more cute and tight.
Prettier, fitter, and even more catchy.
Even in places of worship, and more 'churchy'..

I have perceived lovelier scent in deodorants
That can never be worn by any pageant.
Gentle, caring, of a rare order
I have seen, despite few in number.

My gaze has traversed beautiful pastures
So green & good for leisure,
My hands have caressed sumptuous diamonds
Costlier gold, enough to pause any on-going dialogue.

But...

An ironic fallacy will it be
To have her compared to all these
And yet I see my 'She' as unique.
Music can be lifting, Still I prefer to hear her speak.

No such roses see I in her cheek
Yet the air breezing from her nostrils, I passionately wish.
The impish being in you I prefer than gentle Seers
Cherish I, your black silky hair than those lovelier Heads.

My speech, my word fails me quite
When I look onto you for a moment to compliment.
The heart in my chest beats fast unquiet
Whenever my ears absorb your flawed accent.

My love, my mistress, as incomplete as you are
Without fret, I love you the way you are...
Cos' the Beholder's eagle eye crave true beauty
And in you, a Being that refuses to be filthy...still.

Written by: Bankole Kolawole
Edited by: Bamgbade Bams Adetoyese