You see her tousled and knotted hair falling in her face,
But I focus on the soft melody she hums to herself as she paints the world.

You say that her eyes squint too much when she laughs,
But I find beauty in the way they flicker when gets my jokes.

You say she reads too much and should get outside more,
But I see her brilliant mind twisting around concepts of beauty and truth.

She is flawed in all the right ways.