The Perfect Man
I want to thank you
For the countless nights I've cried myself to sleep
In your arms, wounded by another.
You care about me,
Make me something special to an indifferent world.
How many times have I laughed at your antics -
Things done solely to make me smile?
Late nights spent talking in silence,
Gazing into your perfectly loving eyes.
Your only imperfection
Is that you do not exist.
Usually I do not write poetry, and I certainly do not try structured poetry, ever. So this is meant to be "free form". I rather like the subject and message of it and hope you enjoyed reading it, brief though it may be.