I Love Him


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.



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