as they ask again,
"Are you sure you're not perfect?"
I smile and laugh, he hasn't got a clue,
He doesn't know what I've been through,
It's good though, I'm happy like this,
So I say, "No hun, once again, I'm not."
He looked to the sky, holding me by the waist,
Whispering to me while we were embraced,
"Well gorgeous, even if you're not perfection,
You're so close to it I can't see the difference."
I laughed at him as he stared into my eyes,
"Do you think this is perfection?" I compromise,
He answers with a few words of his own,
"This isn't close, it's ... so much more."
