Your front left tooth is shorter than the other

And your hair falls down in a mess of curls.

Your hug and tug and kisses, smother

As your eyes gleam and your eyebrows do furl. 


Your words, so certain, leave a trace in my mind

That causes questions, so many questions

Within me. In your words, I do so find

Old meanings and thoughts have been deafened. 


The lines, oh the lines, that crowd that unique face

Leave lines, oh the lines, on mine, as well. 

And the hurt, and the nonsense, do not trace

The lines, oh the lines, that resemble why I fell. 


And yet, these little imperfections cease

As your eyes wander, and they find home in me.