Perfectly Mine

He loves me for who I am, not who I should be,

A gentle hand that sets my soul free.

He tells the truth through his kindness in his eyes,

No hidden agenda, no clever disguise.

He makes me happy when shadows start to creep,

And watches over me while I'm asleep.

He knows my flaws, the rugged edges of my soul,

And in his arms, I feel entirely whole.

He is not perfect by the world's harsh rules,

But in the way he loves me, I am no fool.

He is my haven, my solace, and my home,

With him, I know I'll never be alone.