My plait of perfection
makes me                              untouchable 
My cage of convention
makes me                              unreachable
My wake of wisdom
makes me                              unhuggable
My reign of reason
makes me                              unallowable
My craze with comparison
makes me                              unacceptable 

but

The touch of your skin,
makes perfection a fiction 
The reach of your care,
an intervention to tension
A hug in your arms,
a sage to my wisdom 
The way you allow me to be me,
gives all my reasons a vacation
Your acceptance of me,
all comparisons  - oblivion.