And then my friends ask me, what made you fall in love with her?
She was very impatient,
moves awkward,
Very klutzy,
Very hard to handle at times,
I would say her ideologies made her fearless in life,
But she might not choose to stay in dark rooms,
She complains at almost everything,
But she was never rude, never selfish.
She was, without a single doubt, beautiful.
Every single detail on her face,
Those funny lines across her cheeks,
The curve of her pint size nose,
The warmth in her smile,
The hope that lies within those dark raven eyes.
She might not have the best words to comfort, but she will tirelessly listen to all of your endless rants.
She is not perfect,
But she resembles the moon,
And the night skies
The scene I’ll never get tired of watching.
And then they replied, does she fell the same?
Probably not.