I would write about what I dislike about you.
But why would I do that,
When I could write about your innocent smile
Or the way your eyes lock steadily on mine?
I could write about your flaws,
But what's the point,
When all I want to think about is your laugh,
And all the little jokes you make to coax out mine?
I could write about your errors,
But at the moment I'm consumed,
By everything about you that's
Right.
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