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 heart’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 face’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