You’re perfectly broken,

ideally flawed.

Beautifully spoken,

delightfully odd.

You’re divinely-inspired,

sublimely mundane.

Internally-fired,

most likely insane.

You’re my first and my last,

beginning and end.

Both whore and Madonna;

both lover and friend.

Short in perfection, and exactly real.

The ideal partner: Imperfect with zeal.