In her eyes, a storm of doubt,
Whispers of imperfections shout,
Yet, to me, she is a star,
Her beauty glows both near and far.
Her laugh, a melody, though unsure,
Hides a heart so strong, so pure,
Each flaw a note in our sweet song,
In her, my love, where I belong.
Her scars, the tales of battles won,
A testament to all she's done,
In every tear, a diamond gleams,
In her, my dreams and waking dreams.
Through her fears, I see her grace,
A tender smile upon her face,
Each wrinkle tells a story true,
Of beauty rare, and love anew.
In her, the world is pure delight,
Her essence, like the soft moonlight,
For in her flaws, I find my way,
To love her more, each passing day.
