you are always most perfect,
when you fail, to get the joke,
when you burp in a resturant,
then spill wine down your coat.
you are my favourite rock star
when you try to sing whilst driving the car,
or when you pass wind so sweetly in your sleep,
its these memories i shall endevour to keep.
I love you not for your wisdom,
not even for your Eygiptian eyes,
For your perfect imperfections,
that you try not to disguise.
knowing that you are as imperfect as me,
makes living with you so perfectly easy.
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