His silly talk,
And his awkward walk;
His crooked smile,
And his old-school style;
His fears, his scars and other little foibles,
They make him perfect, his flaws and all;
I love them; no doubts, no blurs—
In the same way he loves hers.
Jan 25, 2018
Jan 25, 2018 at 1:51 PM UTC
His silly talk,
And his awkward walk;
His crooked smile,
And his old-school style;
His fears, his scars and other little foibles,
They make him perfect, his flaws and all;
I love them; no doubts, no blurs—
In the same way he loves hers.
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