Not Perfect


I know I am not perfect
and sometimes the jealousy shows thru.
But it is not from lack of trust you see;
it's because I'm scared of loosing you.

And sometimes when I'm moody
just something small heard or seen.
Makes my heart beat go racing
and all my senses scream.

My arms ache to reach out and grab you;
holding you to me tight.
From fear that someday you'll tire of me;
and spread your wings in flight.

I can feel my throat constricting
and a tear gleaming in my eye.
But to hide my imperfections
I refuse to cry.

So, though I am not perfect;
and my flaws may sometimes show.
Please remember that I love you;
this I hope, you always know.

written by: Rhonda
11-23-00