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

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

How are you so perfect?
And yet so flawed?

When did you become a market?
For the hearts of man's thought.

Where was this angel born?
Perhaps, inside your locket?

I honestly do not know,
How you do the things you do.

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

Just simple, sweet, and encompassing.
It is of course, me saying truthfully,
"I love you"