You know, I love all your flaws the most.
From your head to your toes
Hair to your nose
Skin to smile and from your eyebrows to your ears.
Because nothing will be or can be or ever will be perfect.
We all just have to go with what we have and love it.
We have to believe that what we have is perfect, even though it’s not.
And no you’re not perfect, you’re broken and hurt
But to me you are perfect.
Because that’s how my eyes get to see you
By turning flaws to quirks
Scars to art
And pain to love
There’s a list that’s counted in how many stars exist of all the things I love about you
And most of them are the simplest of things.
