Your hands, you hate

I love when hey hold mine.

Your scar on your chest

I trace and outline.

You say you have too many freckles

But I say you don't have enough.

You thnk I am bothered by your chin hair

I  never told you I like a little scruff.

You complain about being too pale

But pale has never looked so good on anyone.

You think that your hair is uncut and messy

I think it matches our times together; fun.

You worry about messing up.

Or being to silent.

Everything you do fascinates me,

You're never to quiet.

Will I like you,

I like you a lot.

My heart has already,

 Given you a spot.