There are freckles on your face, Your shoulders, arms, and back Bronze, tanned skin Is something that you lack Your sight isn't the greatest Think rims cover your eyes Hiding the true beauty Of hue as blue as skies
Your height is nothing unique Your abs do not show The wavy hair you hate so much Has a beautiful orange glow You don't have sweaty hands They're the opposite: dry But my clammy hands help them heal When our fingers intertwine
You have the cutest nervous habits You sway when you stand You run your fingers through your hair You fidget with your hands You crack your knuckles under stress Your neck, your back, and toes And when your glasses start falling down You push them up on your nose
I tell you that you're beautiful Every chance I get And each time you tell me no Because you seem to forget I don't want a perfect man Chiseled body, flawless face Gorgeous eyes mean nothing to me If their gaze is a cold embrace
Imperfection is a grace That most do not see But it's rich and beautiful and helps to show The gorgeous personality Look past looks and you'll fall in love With the persona hiding within And only then will you begin to see The beauty imperfection can bring
You're a Devine human being A beautiful blemished wonder Your gentle smile and nervous chuckle Makes you more perfect than any other Your imperfection is beautiful And I'm happy to finally see That I have found that special someone As imperfectly beautiful as me
A poem for my boyfriend, who may not be Johnny Depp, but is perfect to me