My love is perfectly imperfect

 the light is not so bright

 as to be blinding

 a gentler god

 visible to all

 like the moon

 on a soft sandy dessert night

 the face not so bold

 as to be cold

 comely and enticing

 beautiful not entrapping

 the soul not so sweet

 as to overpower

 like jasmine breezes enthrall

 but don't cover all

 not so statuesque

 as to tower

 but seeking equality and balance

 a deep lake

 reflecting a truth through windy ripples

 not dominating or lordly

 staunch in righteousness

 allowing to be wrong

 treading steps

 with firm understanding

 slipping on the ice

 in wonderfully human ways

 A fine feather bed not all down

 but some feathers

 provide support

a bright star not a North star

 twinkling in laughter

 guidance in a path known

 only to those who wish to travel it

 not for all

 sometimes for me

 as this time acquiesces

 on occasion cloudy and obscure