I liked her belly button

And the way she tied her hair in a messy bun

I said I am falling for you, again

Never ceases to be my yen

I pinched her

In retaliation the love handles purr

I perked her right

But she did not seem bright

I ran my finger on her cheek

I said, to me you are unique

Your laughter and tears

Forms my heartโ€™s elixirs

You nurse, you run, you fall

You get up fine, an inspiration for all

Who sometimes, only sometimes

Snores, bullies me, gets angry; my dime

The imperfect you

My faceโ€™s colour and hue

And my heart beats for

The imperfectly perfect woman in store

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This post is for Day 2 of UBC and Daily Chatter