His hand fits perfectly into mine, his fingers fill the spaces between mine, my head fits perfectly on his chest, the beat of his heart carms my soul.

His lap holds me perfectly, and his hand fits behind my head and cups my head perfectly as his lips breath life into my heart.

His eyes are perfect and they see inside my mind to the girl, the woman, the lady, the wild child inside of me.

He writes and sings perfectly and the words and notes melt right into my skin and make my nerve ends tingle and my soul sing.

He is far from perfect, but he is perfect just for me.