Diamond in the Rough

Here I am,
   Awaiting the Truth;
But await I shouldn't,
   for the man I need is you.

You are nearest
    when I am the farthest;
You are the need,
     that I don't realize is so dear.

You are the love
    I could not believe;
In all you wisdom and perfection,
    it was you I was afraid would leave.

You who is far beyond me,
    he who remarks in beauty;
You who reminds me to see beyond,
    to see the sweetness in reality:

That you created me as something pretty,
    something you are proud of,
Despite all my mistakes or misfortune,
    I am the diamond not the rough.