Te amo because you are not perfect Not symmetrical in form or manner Ready to explode in impatience, anger, or both Sometimes going round in circles or downstairs while going up Some places with impossible perspectives superlatives defending your cause never abandoning wearing your work-like manner whenever seemingly steamrolling attempts at consensus Continuing to try to fly the kite that still wounds your dreams and future footfalls trying to fill the hole of a childhood somewhere neglected growing old at tangents in your own way making you look unendingly for perfection. Je t’aime because you accept my imperfections my unstinting clear-cloudy mirror despite all frustrations and failure through all pain and persistence and joy, achievements and simply being with me
