I do not have a pedestal on which to place you,
Even if I wanted to, and I don’t.
Do not mistake my longing for worship.
The heart has its own perspective to view flaws –
To accept complexity as necessary
The sum of all your parts,
All of the things that brought you here
And usurped this state of alone-being and transformed it into together-desire.
When I praise your strengths it is in acknowledgment of your weaknesses
And the awe that somehow you fell together into yourself,
A self that I cannot help but find alluring.
Love is the whitewash of our souls.