Contrast

When I'm not even searching
you're there.
My omnipresent, steadfast being
my own.
And, with a heavy hiatus
I tend to realize
or hope, however
That as much as you own my thoughts
I own yours too.

And in this realization
sometimes I happen to wonder
why?
Why you favor my imperfections
and savor my affections
how someone like you
someone who
is never afraid
and personable
and amiable
and so resilient
could care for me.

While I, on the other hand
fall on the opposite side
of the spectrum, because I'm
gawky
and anxious 
and hesitant
and unsteady.

You're all the things I'm not
and I'm all the things you aren't.
That's fair though
because for every yin
there has to be a yang
and reversed.
So I'd say
that though we're like
two different fruits
we're of the same garden.

We're black and white
contrasting, for a reason.
we each stand out in our own way.
For that, I'm grateful
because you accept my flaws
even when I do not
and make me stand out
like the moon on a bitter pink morning.
And that is only one reason
why I'm desperately
dramatically
unconditionally in love with you.