I can see you perfectly.
I can trace my fingers perfectly along your hairline.
The hairline that I love the one starts your curly fro.
The hair that was once stright long and blonde now brown as oak.
I can see you so perfectly.
I can trace my Fingers over your neatlly arched eyebrows.
I can trace to your most perfect imperfection, that I love.
The imperfection of your birthmark that, I can use to tell you.
The perfect imperfection that I dream to kiss.
