Imperfectly Perfect Poem by Alex Mars

Can a name mean everything?
Can it make the shadows leave?
Can it let the gates be opened
And the day be seized?

Just the sound brings light to my day
Peace to my fright
Calm to my fight
So yes, a name can be the core
But she is more

Her frost is a flame; to me
That is to say
It is my only fight everyday
The one mountain blocking my path
An only wrath

All this is said
Before a glance
For her image haunts me every night
Beauty beyond sight
Allure past right

Perfection is not what I speak of
Flaws are seen from above
A soul of scars from passion or love
But she wont reflect
I would describe her as nothing shy of
Imperfectly Perfect