Perfect

If I were perfect,
and Lord knows I'm not,
Perhaps then I'd cherish,
whatever I've got,
and never, ever,
ask for more.
If I were perfect,
not simply any man,
perhaps then I'd always,
come to understand,
and never, ever,
feel unsure.
If I were perfect,
always at my best,
perhaps then my needs,
would always be met,
and I'd never, ever,
feel insecure.
If I were perfect,
Perhaps then my friend,
I could be someone
on whom you'd depend,
to never, ever,
act immature.
But I'm not perfect,
and I'm often unsure,
and despite my best efforts,
sometimes I want more,
so I'm left to feel,
insecure, immature......
No, I'm only learning,
to do what it takes,
to try not to make
simple childish mistakes,
imperfectly doing,
the best that I can,
so one day you might look,
smile, and contend,
"I know he's not perfect,
but I'm glad he's my friend!"