I am imperfect.

 I am not perfect. I can never be perfect. I am flawed. Deeply flawed. I am broken but I am a work in progress for I am healing myself and in turn, I am trying to heal those I have hurt. Mainly my woman. There are times I have made her fell less of a queen, loved her less, cares for her less than I should have. But in all those instances, she has remained the one thing I love and adore. If ever there shall come a time when she shall walk out the door, I shall not force issues. I sometimes don't know Where I have wronged her but I try and make amends for my wrongs.... All said and done. She is my love and my destiny. No one will ever love her like I will. Even with all my faults. 

Anyone can tell you they love you.

Anyone can flatter you and tell you you're beautiful.

Anyone can make you smile and happy.

Anyone can promise you the world

And the stars and the finest things of life.

But I don't want to be anyone; I want to be the one,

The one who makes you wake up smiling,

The one who makes you walk down the street knowing someone loves you,

The one to bring heaven on Earth for you,

The reason for your joy and happiness.

You are my love,

You are my friend, my lady,

And one day the mother of my children.

In you I have seen my future,

And in the glow of your eyes and your smile

I know that I found my soulmate.

I love you, baby.