I often find myself catching your eye,
Was I staring? No I lie,
Really I was admiring every single flaw,
The beautiful things that make you who you are.
Like the way... no never mind,
I've figured there's no flaws to find,
You are one of the perfect kind,
Around your finger I am twined.
YOU ARE READING
Truthful Destination - Poetry
PoetryPoetry is an act of peace. Poems are owned and written by me.
