No Perfection

I placed you on a pedestal
the very first time I looked
into your warm brown eyes,
and you smiled at me.
I'd look up at you
from my small standing point,
and stare in awe at you,
the only perfect male,
and for me to worship.
But then I learned your name,
and your favorite color,
and how many girls you'd been with,
and your pedestal shrunk, just a little,
because I learned that you weren't
completely perfect,
that you had some litle imperfections.
But you were still on a pedestal,
and I still worshipped you.
But then I got to know you
and you called me on the phone everyday,
and your smiles lost their beauty
because I finally noticed the space
between your two front teeth.
But you were still on a pedestal,
though it was somewhat smaller than before,
and I still worshipped you.
But then you asked me out,
and we were a "couple",
and I saw how you stared at other girls,
and would look at them and say,
"You're the only one for me, ever."
But you were still on a pedestal,
an even smaller one,
and I still worshipped you.
But then I caught you with another girl,
and I heard you say,
"Baby, it's not what you think."
and I looked into your eyes,
and they didn't look warm anymore,
and your smile had no beauty left in it,
and I saw your pedestal disappear,
and you were standing alone before me.
For when you lost your pedestal,
you became what you always were
that I was too blind to notice,
an imperfect man,
not worthy of my awe and love.