It's something about this girl that captivates my heart. She is smart, gorgeous, caring, lovable. Just a pure queen. She doesn't have a care in the world, but she is there for me. She's a true enigma, but she is such an angel at the same time that I can't do anything but think about her. She's a beautiful mystery, and I want to know her.
So what do I do? I talk. I talk and talk and talk. She responds and she lets me in to her mind. That alone made me fall in love with her. Her looks, her voice, her smile, her personality. Perfect. She doesn't try to be perfect, she only tries to be her and her imperfections have been perfected so well. She made me fall in love.
Now, I know. Now, I'm seeing her in wedding gowns in my dreams. Now I'm smiling more. Now that she is mines, I know I can take on the world and win.
My thing is, I wouldn't want to love a perfect person imperfectly. I would rather love an imperfect person, perfectly. And that is what I try to do. The fact that she is perfectly imperfect is just a massive bonus for my heart to soar. And once again, here I am at one in the morning, allowing the thoughts of love to peruse my mind.
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I am still a man. I still look around hoping to find love, looking towards the future instead of living in the moment. I fell in love with a girl that I knew for 3 years, and I hadn't realized this poem was for her until not to long after this poem was written and the next time I spoke with her, she had a boyfriend. Always had this little feeling that maybe I missed my chance at love because I'm a shy kid who is scared to put himself out there like that.
But things have changed since then. I'm happy to say she is my girlfriend now. 4 months strong. And hopefully she'll be with me until the end of time as well.
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In My Mind: The World From The View Of A Pessimistic Optimist
Thơ caThere are those that can see all the beauty of the world without hesitation. There are those who only see the negative of the world that they have been placed in. This is my view of the world's beauty in the pain of my situation. This. Is me.
