Feb. 15, 2010
The scar on your back,
The long legs you lack,
Your narrow shoulders,
The creases on you face that make you look older,
I love them all because they make you,
You think I’d trade them for another with blemish few?
Those hips you hate,
The skinny arms you berate,
Your tiny nose,
Your dried fingers and stubby toes,
I worship all though you may dislike them,
Your flaws make you perfect; my beautiful, my precious gem.
All the money in the world will never suffice,
Twice the offer to change them, I would not be enticed,
None more beautiful or complete,
No better happiness in me replete.
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