Their Flawless Flaws

Love,

Love,

Loved the Moyos

Lived in the Moyos

She sang of scratches

She was deaf to matches

She heard of a better light

But held on to her knight

The drumbeat of his life

Was none other his wife

A poetess by avocation,

A rhythmist by profession

Like a heart needing a beat

She called him her sweetheart

Perfected perfectly by imperfections

And together they discussed their limitations