Untitled [the third]

The third of my Untitled poems. Another romance. I can't think of much more to say except that it's kinda corny, but that's my style. The syllable counts are off, so it's almost childish, which is what I was going for, a childish crush in adult language.

Eyes are deep,
staring true,
Perfect shape,
perfect hue.
When glasses rest
upon her face,
her beauty rivals
stars in space.
She can make mistakes,
I don't care.
I want to make it better,
life's doesn't always seem fair.
Her smile is rare,
but a glorious sight.
Protection from
the fears of night.
Her hair is perfect,
a wondrous brown,
She makes a smile
from a frown.
She's perfect and kind
and not a thug...
Goddammit, if only
She'd give ME a hug.