Your eyes may not be water pure,
Your lips may not be rosy red,
And your hands may not be cotton soft,
But you're still the most flawless thing I have ever seen.
Your words may not delight forest birds,
Your walk may not be model-like,
And your hair may not be dark as night,
But to my soul, you're everything I may ever need.
Your face may not have been chiseled from stone,
And your skin may be pale as bones,
But you're still the only being I desire to be near.
Your soul may not be peacock bright,
Or have different shades or lights,
But at night, it's you who I want to hold on tight.
You may not be scientist sharp,
And your way with words may not really flow,
But let me tell you this in case you didn't know:
I could never let you go.
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