And for the love of Skoll, his eyes
So intense when he wants me yet soft when he needs me
How does one's imperfections attract me so?
Is it the pain that scars his soul
Or is it the gentleness of his touch?
I'll never know.
But by all means I hope he knows
That I love him with my heart opened not closed
And I know that this love can destroy me but
In love there are no rules
So I'll tell him everyday
That I adore his every flaw
They're what made me fall for him
Possibly even more
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem