The Image of Perfect Imperfection

Your smile is soft,
Slightly crooked and glows.
Your eyes,
A mix of blue and green in the most intricate design.
Your hair,
Soft, shaggy blond, falling perfectly against your face.
I like holding your hands,
Soft and warm,
The coldness of my day seeping away.
I like brushing shoulders,
Causing you to turn around and see me.
I like leaning against you in the hallway as we walk,
Gently bumping each other back and forth.
Butterflies ignite in my belly,
As your smile catches my eye.
I like sharing that knowing look,
Speaking unspoken words in a glance.
I like our jokes,
The ones no one else get.
Your perfectly imperfect,
My image of perfection.
Looks gone,
Your personality would still set my heart on fire.
I love your flaws,
Though they are not flaws,
Just perfection in it's greatest visibility.
Blissful words.