Perfect love is rare indeed-for to be a lover you require that you continually have the subtley of the very wise, the flexibility of the child, the sensitivity of the artist, the understading of the philosopher, the acceptance of the saint, the tolerance of the scholar and the fortitude of the certain.

adding to your poem

i know the joy that comes from the heart as one
may feel close but yet the passion is not there for nothing is perfect, but yet
i share my passion with the one thats seem to be there in my time of need
as nothing is perfect as we all can see, as i know i can count on you, even if it may take a day or to, you have been there in my time of need, but yet no one is perfect as you can see
you make me smile, but yet there are doubts, on what is going on in your deepest mind for one or both are looking for the truth as no one is perfect

this is great