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.