True Love. Poem by Noemi Lynn Testa

Whenever I talk to you...
I forget all about my heart breaks,

You’re the only reason,
That I sleep at night.

You may be awkward,
You may be weird,
But at least you’re awesome,
And always you’re self.

Perfect skin,
Perfect hair,
Perfect eyes,
Perfect face.

You may not see perfection,
But believe it or not I do...

Pale skin,
Messy hair,
Brown eyes,
Perfect nose.

You’re all I ever wished for,
Now that I got you I’m never letting go.

Crushes are not supposed to last this long,
But this may not be a crush at all.
But can this be? The thing we call true love?