I vow to you, taking in what you believe to be flaws, I see a rare edition. It’s less than flaws, it’s flawless. My natural feelings have no flaws. I’m obsessed with your scars, they’re my love handles. Your scars make me touch you more, I always want to touch them. Your flaws are painless when seen with my flawless eyes. My brows rise like a mischievous smile, you are flawless!! I told you before, I’m the beholder, to me them there scars are beauty. Your flawless smell is a tell of my flawless attraction vacuuming you full with joy. You can’t see what I see, because these are my eyes, not yours. Your smile is all the feedback I need. That smile encourages me to go forward and seek out other smiles that are flawless.
Well, I snapped back. It was that stupid mistletoe making me have a flawless love moment!
