She is imperfect. Just looking at her you can tell. Her lips are just a little too plump and her smile too wide. She always neglects touching up her roots until it becomes too obvious and she wears far too much make-up. He constantly complains to her that she leaves her clothes all over the place and that since it is his home, she should be cleaner. She just laughs and says that it is her way at getting back at him for leaving banana peels everywhere. But even her imperfections can't change what he thinks of her. If anything, it makes him love her more.
She is perfect. Everywhere they go, she shines a light and gives people what they need. To those who are in desperate need, she shows the hope they crave. To those who are giving their best by standing courageous against the odds, she lends unwavering support. To those who don't deserve mercy or a second chance, she gives it to them. But more than what she does for others, she is even more perfect for what she does for him. She healed him. He was so, so broken and she came along and saved him. She is such a vital part of his life that he doesn't have a clue what he would do without her now. And that is not even the half of what she means to him. But, in an attempt to sum her up using one word in the English language, however insufficient it is, she is his savior.