Everytime

Every time I see him
my heart twitters with
comfort and joy
as I relish in
his every imperfection

I sit and
gaze
and
analyze
his perfectly imperfect face.

acne scars
wild blonde hairs
in an unkept
brown beard
wrinkles around his
blue eyes
greys scattered
on his temples

and all the while
I think
I love him so very much

these moments are perfect
I say, "you have a little something
right here"
and I motion to wipe it
and he gets it

and we laugh
and laugh
both imagining how
we will say the same thing
in 40 years
to the same
imperfect face
staring back