Yesterday night, for someone

My hands are not perfect but
If only they were warm enough to touch you and soft
enough to hold you
I would take your hand and you would know that the
way your hand fits mine is just about perfect

The words I speak are not perfect but
If only they were sweet enough to melt you and
brave enough to impress you
I would tell you so you would know that what little words
that do come out in their honesty are just
about perfect

I am not perfect but
If only the things I do were great enough and
the plans I make smart enough
I would ask you to be with me so you would know
that I want the time I have with you to be
just about perfect

But life isn't perfect
No matter how much I try
No matter what I do
My hands will neither be as warm nor as soft
My words not as sweet or as brave
Nor will I ever be as great or as smart to be just
about perfect

But you, for me, will be just about perfect
Because your hands are warm and soft enough,
the words you speak sweet and brave enough
and the things you do great and smart enough
to be just about perfect.