To You.

When I first met you, I thought you were a clever man and I respected you.

When I first talked to you, I thought you were a brilliant man and was intrigued by you. 

When I first fell for you, I thought you were a perfect man and I admired you.

Then when I knew you I saw you, an imperfect man, and I loved you. 

This poem is about: 
Me

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