Flaws are a delight, a pinch to know it's true

A thorn to a rose, a violet that's blue

Beauiful to me, which my dreams cannot achieve

But it's these very flaws, that by day I believe

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, well I hold it n my heart

A mirror may break but my eyes will not part

The hell with that mirror, the hell with my eyes

His heart is a rhythm and without it mine dies

Stay alive with your flaws, they are dreamy to me

Love is blind and you know it; but perfect I see