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He keeps telling me that

I am perfect

I am different

I am beautiful as there can ever be

I am intelligent

I am his dream

I am his life

I am his soul

I am his wife

I am the one

truly made for him

I am the one

only true to him

I am his laughter

I am his peace

In pain he sees

I am that ease



He keeps telling me that

HE loves me truly

He feels me truly

I am the one

He wants truly



Like pain and air

I have felt him though

But like feelings unseen

My love is so

I haven't met him till now

I haven't seen him till now

I don't know much of him

I don't know where he is now...

But I love him

yes i love him...



He thinks I am silly

He thinks am naive

He thinks I am cute

he thinks I am sweet

and he knows i am PERFECT



He knows I love him

He can't live without me

And now just a little "kiss"

made him embarrass in front of world

I think so many times

I ask so many questions to myself

if this is what perfection deserves...



I don't wana be perfect at all....

I hate being perfect...!!!