People see your blemishes and point them out.
While I see things differently and instantly block them out.
You perfect in my eyes.

People recognizes your mistakes.
While I realize we all have many of them.
Besides, you perfect in my eyes.

I'm in no position to hold you under a microscope to dissect.
That be a total sign of my imperfection of loving you.
Because I adore every part of you.