The mole on your chin made a hole in my heart.
Pimples on your cheek did ripples in my lungs.
Dimples on your elbows sent wrinkles in my belly.
It is the defects that give me all the effects.
So, accept that my love for you is perfect.
16.09.2001, Pakd
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