Perfectly Flawed

"I am imperfection,"
Speaks this silver voice
The lines are not straight
And nor is the heart
The colours ill-placed and
Defects are rife

Tracing the cliffs
The ledges that edge
The abyss of desire
A finger of fire
On a canvas of space

From my head full of dreams
Comes my voice of lead
To deny all your failings
But these words hit a wall
Of marble grace and
stubborn strength
Her weakness:
Denial

Maybe its true
And you're ugly and stained
But to these eyes of paper
Each fault is charm
Your flaws all entice
To this heart, to this skin, to this mouth

All you would trade
Is all I adore