She does this thing
a subtle imperfection.
She puts her hair up,
and lets it spill out
along the edges.
Framing her face in sunlight,
diffused just right,
through locks of gold.
Her eyes smile in unison
with the curve of her lips.
Her blue eyes pierce my soul.
And then she laughs,
the sweetest little laugh.
And my heart is no longer my own.
It's her subtle imperfections that make her perfect to me.
Hear a reading of this on my latest You Tube Video
https://youtu.be/SpjmQBOlK_Y?feature=shared
video is time stamped if you want to skip the vlog and just hear the poems
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