If I call you the moon —
even the moon has craters.

If I call you a rose —
even a rose has thorns.

If I call you the sky —
even the sky carries dark clouds.

If I call you a sunset —
even sunsets must fade.

If I say you are ice —
even ice melts.

This cosmos holds nothing
more precious than you.

The only thing
that can be compared with you —
is you.

If you say you love flowers,
I’ll fill this whole world’s ground with blooms.
If you say you love books,
I’ll build you a castle made of libraries.
If you say you love night,
I’ll destroy the sun.
If you say you love chocolate,
I’ll craft a palace out of chocolate bricks.

But why can’t you just say —
“I love you”?

Some people say,
"I wish you were
taller"
Some people say,
"I wish your nose was a
bit bigger."
Some people say,
"I wish your lips were
smaller"
Some people say,
"I wish you were more
creative"
Some people say,
"I wish you were more
Intelligent"


But I say,
"Your Imperfection is also a
perfection for me"