The way I love is so bizarre.
You'd see it as I watch the stars
on a late night, his hand in mine,
as we talk of our future: oh, we'll be fine.
I think of how this came about.
What took us down this gracious route?
Something about him drew me in.
That's when the emotions started to begin.
He isn't perfect: he never will be.
But, that doesn't mean love's not worth it to me.
I love him for exactly who he is,
and that is what I call Flawless.