Everybody is looking for the perfect partner.
What is so interesting in perfection?
Why should I to ask perfection from others when I adore the little imperfections.

To watch the way she moves.
To hear the way she talks.
Her touch, her smile.
How I would miss those little things.
Why should I hate her imperfections, when it is those imperfections I love about her.
She is my perfect imperfect perfection, my love.