I see my friends when I love them. Love is not blind,
It hides nothing. I see them warts and all.
Even at my most besotted my wakeful mind
Sees and notes with eyes undimmed. My call
Is not to help you hide or build your wall
But to see and love what you most fear I’ll find.
I will not pretend. I will see unafraid. The fall
Denies perfection. May as well be resigned
To scraggly teeth and extra pounds, why try
To be a false ideal? You mock your own face
And silly quirks, far worse than I could ever do.
All my friends have cracks, and so do I,
And yet we muddle on by Love’s own grace.
Hide your cracks? I love them! They are you.