Imperfections
The skin of a babies bottom may be a lot softer,
And an apple may be twice as sweet,
Mozarts symphony may be kinder on my ears,
And a tissue may be better at removing the tears,
A blanket may be warmer than you rouch,
And a rose more crimson than your lips,
A diamond may glisten more than your eyes,
But none of this matters one little bit,
Your imperfections are what makes you perfect,
And you'll eternily be in my heart,
No one, No where on this earth, will ever tear us apart.
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