Love is Sight

He is human
Therefore imperfect 
And I love every piece of him
Yet somedays, the only parts I see
Are moments I attempt to erase 
Yet they are in pen,
No, they are pictures
For me love is not blind
It is staring him in the face
Taking it all in
Do not get me wrong
These are not most days
But these are the days 
When love is sight