It’s not your beauty that excites me, but your ugly truths that opposes it

It’s not the time we share, but our moments apart that makes us appreciate the time given

It’s not the rhythmic step of our heartbeats that binds us, but the stitches woven into the rifts between us that proves to be strong

Your accomplishments, attributes, and aesthetics surely accessorizes your artwork, but it’s your woes, worries, and war wounds that has sculpted you into a figure too complex for marble

Your blood is as intoxicating and velvet as a rose, but it’s the thorns that puncture that allows the blood to seep through

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, but it’s your hidden blemishes that keeps my eyes searching

Love is blind but somehow you still caught my eye

The sun rises and the night falls all in the same day

So why can’t I love your beauty and your flaws in the same way