Blindly worshiping
Blindly loving
There is no one more perfect than perfect
Unlike the others,
I can't help but feel proud
Somehow, your negative side draws my attention
I'm aware of every mistake made, every weakness revealed
Yet, I can't help but love that too.
It doesn't bother me, not one bit
Why/how is that?
I love your Imperfection
Please love mine too
(Or maybe I'm blind to love faults too, but doesn't everyone have weaknesses and wrongs too. No one can be just "right" and "perfect" )
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Are Loving: Present Progressive
PuisiWith her fingertips, she traced the smooth, darkened skin under his eyes. "Eyebags," she noted. "I've been thinking," he murmured, "of you. The shadow of my thoughts is the ink which stains them." She paused and gazed right into those distant...
