Poetry

I may not be the girl of whom you’ve always dreamed,
And perhaps you too, are not as perfect as you seem.
I still love you.

I may not be empathetic towards your pains and mistakes,
An you may try to hide it when, inside your heart aches.
I still care about you.

I may not be pretty or smart or selfless or or at all perfect,
but no matter what I am, and will always be yours.
I will still care.