We like to walk on lanes,
that are less travelled by,
And roam in unseen,
We like cooking meals together,
I cut onions, and
he wipes my tears.
He leaves the dishes unwashed.
and I forgive him every morning.
We like watching movies,
and laugh at silly scenes together.
He with his crooked teeth,
Me with my scarred cheeks.
We built forts in our dirty room,
and lie in tangled sheets.
We fight for the tiniest of things,
and then make up in a jiffy.
In a world striving for perfection,
We have found an imperfect love.