It's just a drawing
She says
It doesn't have to be perfect.
But of course it does.
Because it's of her.

She's not perfect.
Not even close.
Her hair doesn't quite lie flat
Cause some sticks out straight
The way a fish may leap from the lake
While the rest swim methodically below.
Her smile may be too small,
Like its still waiting for the right moment to grow.
Her eyes aren't pristine blue or deep green
But a natural, solemn brown.
And that's okay, because I like it that way.

She's not the best dancer,
In fact she's more like to step on toes
Than point them.
She's not very funny, even when she tries,
And she does.
She doesn't run fast or sing well or play chess.
She wouldn't charm you right away,
The way some people do.
And that's okay, because I like it that way.

She's not perfect,
And shouldn't be.
Which is why this drawing has to be.
Because if I get her hair,
Or her eyes,
Or her dance,
Or her charm
Wrong,
She might seem perfect.
And I wouldn't like it that way.