Perfect

Perfect is not a word I'd use to describe very many things. I've never experienced that perfect friend, the perfect relationship, and certainly never have met a perfect man. Perfect is the word I'd use to describe a day of fun in the sun or a golden tan. I never imagined someone would come along and draw a clear line in the sand. You reached out over that line and gave me your hand. You pulled me across it and I haven't looked back since. You've introduced me to so many new places and things. You've given the word "Perfect" new meaning for me. I used to be blind to the possibilities of my life. I was broken and bound by sin and Satan had me in his tightest grip. I was slowly dying and my spirit was sinking with the ship. I was on a path leading me to certain death, going nowhere fast. You showed up one day and quickly changed all that. You brought the sound back to my deaf ears. You shed a light on my heart where it had been pitch black for many years. You dug deep within my dried up soul until you ruptured a spring and now once again my fountain flows. You deciphered my code, solved all of my unsolved mysteries, and re-wrote my entire history. In a world full of ugliness and hate, I am grateful you have become my fate. You came in and taught me not to quit. You've shown me, time and time again, that perfect does exist.