Maybe there’s a reason

that we look the way we do.

Maybe you were supposed to have a smile

just a little too crooked,

and eyes that shone brighter

than your mother’s had in years.

Maybe your hair was meant to change color in the summer

the way the leaves do in the fall,

And maybe there’s a reason

that when you look in the mirror,

you don’t like what you see.

Because from the moment I’d first met you,

I’d fallen in love

with all your flawed pieces

that you’d always thought

were unlovable.

And maybe it makes sense,

that all we really need

to fall in love with someone

is a few thoughtful words,

and a heartbeat.