My Muse Poem by Elizabeth Haasch

Why the grayness in color shows the beauty of imperfections.
Why this slipstream moonlight hits the water
with a harsh bend of its light.
Why love always seems to bite the bullet.
Why lonliness and lights never seem to mix in a perfect array of anger.
Here I am sitting writing to you.
even though you are far from me.
I told you I loved you I told you I had dreams,
but shattered they were and down with them you came.
I have realized now that I must guard and protect
every inch of my being.
Every melody in my heart.
I have realized love is loving the imperfections for what they are.
Not how you change them.
Love is realizing how many different ways of saying
or showing you care.
Love is always wanting to be with that person.
I am smiling with all my imperfections
because I have seen a new moon.
I have seen what love can really do.
I love you for all of your flaws my dear
and for that I need not shed anymore tears.
And he is my muse.