His eyes.
His hair.
His smile.
The dimple on his right cheek.
Perfectly imperfect
From head to toe.
My friends would ask me
What is love?
What does it look like?
I sat in silence then I laughed and smiled
Then i thought and considered and stated.
It looks like him.
It feels like him.
Love is him.
Funny how my definition of love
Is just placed onto one ordinary human being.
But his not just some ordinary person.
his my favourite person.
I love him...
