With Love

To the one who knows me whole,
From outside and to my core:
Facets hidden from the light
Do not mean darkness or night.

To the one who sees within
All the wrongs I can’t redeem,
All the shards, the broken parts:
Those I cannot disregard.

To the one who hears my thoughts,
Waterfalls on rusty floors,
Burdens piling to the sky:
All of these I won’t deny.

To the one who loves all these:
Imperfections will not cease,
But I am unique through them,
This I’ve come to understand.

To the one who makes me see
That I’m free—unicity:
Keep on loving every dent,
None of them will I resent.

To myself,
With Love.

– Patricia