Perfectly Imperfect

Valentines sucks

A charm lies concealed within a face

Oh so imperfectly beheld.

The older dare not lift his veil

For fear it be dispelled.

But she peers beyond his mesh,

And wishes, yet denies,

Lest voices awaken a want

That image only dreams to satisfy.

He is but moderate to outward view

as many often seem to be;

His etherealness even I never knew

until he bestowed his smile upon me.

That fortuitious day, those opportune words,

Entranced me within eyes of a virescent hue.

Consumed within melodies of nectarous laughter,

Propelling my resolve and emotions askew.

Those eyes now whisper of love unsurpassed,

And his smile portrays a beauty unfathomed.

My soul aches to be contiguous with his,

Like the strings of a guitar yearning to be strummed.

The smallest of things permeate me with joy.

His ambitions, his affection and mirth,

They only attest to my growing certainty;

That I am the most fortunate woman upon this earth.

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[ATTIKIT]

I love it....so much :3