I love the shape of your soul. We may not be together anymore, But I keep a picture of you Hidden away so I can stare. When I feel down, I trace your Curves and dips and bends. I may not like you anymore But I sure as hell love you At least for the perfection Of your complexion and the Undying hope of love and the Never ending goodness of your heart. It may be over but I will Harbor the memories close And lock them up tight Because I refuse to forget the Perfection of each imperfection Lying sleepily in your eyes.