Many Lips have met mine,
Yet none were as soft,
As promising, or so full of love,
As yours.
Every set of lips except yours,
Have told me words of hate.
Your lips are something that give me hope,
Something that makes me realize,
There's a brighter tommorrow.
Your lips speak words to remind me,
I'm not perfect.
I spell tomorrow wrong. A lot.
And yet, you see right through it,
Just like every other flaw my body contains.
You, your lips, your soul,
Remind me.
You don't have to be perfect to be loved.
This poem is dedicated to my one and only, Kristopher. He's helped me through a lot and I don't know what I would do without him.
