Flaws, You Just Can't Even In Due-Course-Fix Poem by Mark Heathcote

I love you, you're-so-fabulous
you darling, you are a footnote in the dirt, a goldmine
you're so chic even though what you wear is cheap
ultimately you're unique, a diamond
and what's so great is,
we were in love. And in total sync
even falling up the stairs to bed
when we'd both had too much to drink.
Because even diamonds, darling, have chinks,
flaws, you just can't even in due-course-fix.
Regrets are not just for those who are young,
regrets follow us all our days, I think.
But then again, these aren't regrets
but memories recollections,
written down in blood and ink.