It's different when someone else,
Seems to know your face as much as you do,
When they've noticed every perfect imperfection,
These little things that make you so,
Imperfectly perfect,
They slip into your soul,
And you let them know,
You want them there,
And you grab them close,
Let them know you want them close,
And they get to know the rest of you,
Like you do, from a different point of view,
They know your hips,
Like a smile knows lips,
And there becomes a point,
When adjectives describe,
Something we don't need to hide.