Imperfect you.

Because i love you,

I see your imperfections.

I see your bent nose and how the ridge curves beautifully into a tip.

I see your huge body and how it melts me in.

I see your small bulging eyes and how it blushes at me.

I see your curves, your lips, your dark brows and miles of skin to exhibit them.

I listen to your heartbeat and cry to your tears.

I feel your breath and tune to its tune.

My breasts feel your chest going up and down every time we hug.

My endocrine squirts a rush of hormones every time we kiss.

You cry, you get angry, you get selfish, you do mistakes.

But I love all of it. 

Because it makes you all the more lively.

It's a testament that beauty dwells in its most flawed form.

In its most purest form

Yes! Your imperfections are what make you beautiful and real.

And no! I'm not lying.