I dream of you perhaps

Falling in love with the broken

Patterns of lines and words

That I deem "poetry"

For if you love what I can form

I could use it to show you

The irregular patterns 

Of my constant heartbeat

As imperfect as my words would be

They would symbolize 

The love that daily grows in me

Ever flowing 

Ever changing

Never once as it was before

Flawed as I am,

But offered up as a gesture

Of love

When I write these words for you

Hide them in your wallet

Or place them by your pillow

They are a symbol

Of how I will 

Surrender my heart to you 

Daily

Completely

Imperfectly.