Affection Not Perfection
She descended the stairs
Hair matted sleep in her eyes,
Cup of coffee toast and
marmalade please she cries,
Wearing her baggy cardigan
Night dress crumpled with stains,
No teeth in her mouth morning breath
Reminders of recently blocked drains,
To say the least she doesn't look
Her very best,
There again I'm a little shoddy
In my under pants and string vest,
How we look in the morning
to others we would not share,
Our love for each other has no
bounds just shows that we care.
Love is affection not perfection.
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