Jul 2015
What is love, someone asked me once,
Love is not when she is perfection.
Love is when she's ordinary, flawed,
And you accept her, flaws and all,
Because they make the perfection
That is her.
Love is not when she is perfection.
Love is when she's ordinary, flawed,
And you accept her, flaws and all,
Because they make the perfection
That is her.
