Perfect Love

A new poem

Literature Text

When we were young and did not know each other
When we were perfect in our perfect skin
When we loved heartlessly, and with our lovers
When we rejected any thought of sin,

Then we were pebbles shaken in a jar
Then we were noise and little-nothing more
Then we collided without any scar
Then we were shut like fists, a fan, a door.

Now love, now you and I are growing old
and now perfection’s just a memory.
But now, my love, we’ve learned a thing or two

and I have, now, a truth that should be told:
Have I now softness, sins, and scars? I’ll be
in time to come, perfectly flawed with you.