this imperfect lover

what shall you do

if she loves you

but not perfectly

as ought to

do you discard

put her on the barracks

turn away

ask her to return

when she has

been cured

in the meanwhile

place love on hold

so every minute

of imperfect love

turns eventually to hold

through your alchemy

your Midas touch

she turns to gold

or wait till

alchemy

perfects her to

to the standard

of your majesty

how would they fathom

breathing daily

without love

in search of the perfect

love