Posted in Poetry

Love is an imperfect science

LOVE IS AN IMPERFECT SCIENCE

I see you

but do you see me?

I ponder the question

set my mind free

I watch your smile

shy and soft

Would you smile for me?

I feel so off

Hair like a cloud

thick, fair, curly

chest not small

but not yet burly

happily, helpfully,

I'd give you my heart

I just can't stand

to see us apart

What's up, my dudes?

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