I want to love you,
for better and good;
worst and the bad;
and I want to go home to you,
Roses and lilies in hand,
While you greet me with your words, saying how broken you are
because of your scars.
But I will turn those to art,
creating poems out of your every imperfections,
make them perfect not just in the eyes.
For, darling, what matters most is who you are
not what you are,
Because it is you to whom I want to return at the end of my journey,
every day, every lifetime.