#Poem 2. You Are Perfect To Me

I know you can’t play.
But would you strum a few strings for me?
I know you can’t sing.
But would you hum a few lines for me?
I know you don’t like to write a lot.
But would you write a few words to me?
I know you resent reading lengthy novels.
But would you read out few pages to me?
Because no matter however imperfect they are,
The music, the song. Broken words and languid read.
You are perfect to me.