A Million Things

You are a million things.

You are strong and willful,

a stone unmoving and set

You are great and influencing,

a gust of wind, pushing and leading

But you are not perfect.

For even stones erode

chipping away with lapsing time

No, you are not perfect.

Because even wind break,

slows its pace, when traveling over a rocky road

You are a vast sea,

deep, confounding, and quite alluring

You are beautiful, kind, and intelligent

a soul like yours so different, my favorite

But you are not perfect.

Because the ocean swallows, drags, and traps

Lives have been lost, mysteriously

with covered up tracks

Believe me when I say, you are far from perfect.

Because that soul of yours resides in a man. Our species is complex and arrogant

But always

always learning,

and growing

You are mine,

And I am yours.

But we are nowhere near perfect

even when we seem like it,

even when time stops when my thoughts are filled with you

even when my lungs fill with air

But still,

I find myself gasping for a breath when I speak to you

But most importantly,

You are you

And in the most imperfect way,

You are perfect

You are a million things.

And I love them all.

For Sylvan.