you smell bad
but i love that smell.
your hair is in disarray
but i like it that way.
your lips are dry
you have a wry smile
but i still like them
that way.
you are never beautiful
sad to say, that is the
truth, but i still love
you that way.
i am afraid, i am in love,
and they tell me,
i will suffer that way,
but it does not matter at all
to me,
i still love you being
that way.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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