Even Your Ugly is Beautiful

Often the feeling of falling in love subsides into meager emotions of attachment, and from there, the passion of your love is gone, and nothing is left. I tend to think with my heart, which seems to be very kind, and understanding. therefore its easy for me, to see beyond someones imperfections, you dont have to be perfect for me to love you, but in my eyes i can see you (the imperfect human) perfectly.

Love is the power of forgivness, the power of being able to with stand, tragedy. Love is not, the butterflies in my stomach when i see you, not this big ass smile i get on my face everytime i hear you voice on the other side of the phone, or see your name pop up in my text notifications, those however are side effects. Do you wanna know what love is ? well i cant really tell you for a fact but i can tell you what i think it should be.

In my eyes every mark on your body, every freckle on your face and every hair on your head is specifically placed, proving to me that God makes NO mistakes. Your eyes are deep brown, and sparkle (litterly) when you look at me. your smile, is never out of place, or fraud. When we are on the phone and youve had a hard day, i can feel the pain in my feet, my heart weighs in heavy, and i too, become tired, all this just by tone of your voice over the phone. I give you my strenght, to see you make it too your be to lay down and rest your eyes, i whisper to myself "it's okay baby, i got it from here". When your heart is in pain, i make it my duty to be strong for you, and if by chance i havent a way in the world to return you perfect (to me) smile back to your face, i cry with you. See this love, is simply me becoming you, and you becoming me, and from there we, are we, and us, inseperable, not physically, but emtionally inseperable. Love, where forgiving you is the same as forgiving myself, where you cant sleep if im angry, and i cant eat if your mad, but excepting that we both are imperfect, yet in our eyes we see each other (the imperfect human) perfectly.