Imperfectly Beautiful. Poem by MIRAK Montiel

Imperfectly Beautiful

I could list your pros and cons,
but your flaws—
they're perfect to me.
There's something in the way you are,
a quiet kind of magic,
that pulls me in effortlessly.

Why waste a moment chasing imperfections,
when I could spend forever
loving every part of you?

Let's leave the mirror and its lies behind,
and walk forward—
you and I,
hand in hand,
hearts open wide.

So many things about you
intrigue me,
captivate me,
hold me close without a word.

You call yourself imperfect,
but in my eyes,
you are poetry in motion,
a masterpiece unpolished,
and that's what makes you shine.

What you see as wrong,
I see as a melody—
an echo of truth,
a softness I want to hold onto.

Because to me,
you are not just beautiful—
you are imperfectly beautiful,
and that is my favorite kind of love.