Part of I Hate to Love
Her skin was soft, beautiful... It was velvet under my finger tips. I never wanted to let her go because she was the warmth of my body. She kept me sane... Alive. But it isn't about me, it's about her and how gorgeous she is. About her smile and the way it tilted a little, as if she's always smirking... As if she knew something you didn't. The way she looked at you with those beautiful eyes. They seemed to always flirt with you, catch your attention... Oh she's so beautiful. She's not perfect... Because no one is. I can see the imperfections of her body, the things she's most insecure about... But I'll tell you something...... Those imperfections make her more beautiful and in my eyes perfectly imperfect. Oh how I love her.
