This is a poem on how the imperfections of people we love seem just perfect yet those are the ones that haunt us because we can't just accept them for they are still imperfections.
I go so far and see no view,
I meet new people yet talk to none but you.
We fight, we laugh,
Yet we will never last.
I know by heart every shade of your heart,
But know that I shan't make a pass.
A little time with you,
Is better than a lifetime of looking at the view.
I knew you to be made of,
The most truest hue.
I miss those days,
I miss those moments.
Oh the fun, laughter,
And every imperfection.