Imperfection

Do you realize how much
You mean to me?
Like the earth is falling
Off of its shelf
And it isn't in balance anymore.
One thing is now imperfect,
But that's the way I like it;
It's where it's supposed to be.
Like you and I:
Two imperfect people,
Colliding together,
Forming something special
In its own way.
What can I say?
These things just happen.
And in my opinion,
The earth was meant
To fall off of its shelf.