What I See.

The recurring image...
I've beared sight to such an imposition on your
soul, and for each time conveyed little constraint
to the very existence you degrade into reality for
everything that fills the empty spaces...
For what you view as inadequate I concede as the very mystery
that lends my mind courage to the unknown. My thoughts fester with
a feeling that leans on any boundary and is longing to
explore the virtue within all that escapes your perception
of what I see. 
To you, a flaw is a white flag waved through the sight
of any who expect perfection. Everything in you that speaks
tales of who you should be sings to me. Songs of only
balance in you that weaves every fiber of love in me and
brightens you to a beauty to me that only strengthens me.
I only hope one day you can see yourself through my lense.
It may be that I'll never uncover in you what breathes life so
fluently through me and sings so vividly in every thought.
It may be that you'll never be okay or happy.
I would spend a million moons and twice as many words and
glances just trying to make you smile once with confidence.