Is it weird
how I can overlook
that little spot
on your face
how I can make it feel
like its something special?

How I can twist
your every defect
and make it something
worth a lot
how I can laugh off
every drawback
and make it oh so remarkable?

Why is it that
your every blemish
paints a another color
on my heart
on the paper that makes up
the love I feel
the love I want?

Now I know what they mean
when they say that love is blind
they don’t just mean
that you could fall in love
with anything
its also that you cannot see
the faults upon such “perfection”

I don’t love you
despite the faults you try to hide
I love you for them
a little sugar and salt
to the mix that makes up you
to the mix that makes up who
you are.

Error upon error
mistake upon mistake
they all add up
to someone
wonderful and
perfect
in my mind.

Why would you change
any part
of yourself
when those scars and bruises and cuts
are what make you
you?