Why are your lips so painful?
Why do they curse me so?

What makes your hips so graceful?
Makes them go with the flow?

How are you so perfect?
Yet so flawed?

When did you become a market,
For the hearts of man's thoughts?

Where was an angel born?
Perhaps inside your locket.

I honestly do not know how
You do the things you do.

But I do know one thing to be true,
It's not long, painful, or graceful.

Just simple, sweet, and encompassing,
It is of course, me saying truthfully
"I Love You"