When others were after your figure,
I went after your nature
When they desired your butts,
I clamoured for your muse
When all the desired was your boobs,
I often desired to stare at your bruise
Because they teach me a lesson worth living for
When others loved your make-ups
I'll often stare at nature's gift of dimples
When others chose lust
My way was love
When they were after your flawlessness
I would sit and listen to the lyrics of your flaws
When they quested after perfection
I listened to the rhapsody of your imperfections
When others gave you their hands,
I gave you my heart
When they gave you a walk
I gave you a talk.
©heezyvoice
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