Scott Edward Anderson's Poetry Blog

Here’s my Day 3 poem for National Poetry Month, which I wrote during a bout with insomnia in the wee hours of the morning:

Love is never perfect

And neither are you and me.

You don’t walk on water;

I prefer to swim under.

And there is nothing

Over my eyes, neither

Gauzy nor hued.

I see your flaws

And raise them with mine.

And I love you,

Even in your imperfections,

Which I won’t enumerate here.

And even with all mine. (Ditto.)

That’s real love, baby.

Get used to it. It’s yours

If you want it–

–Scott Edward Anderson