There are so many yet not a single way!
To define her…
Is like a labyrinth maze’s lure
I always wonder
When I see her, I ponder
What is the story her eyes have seen?
Across which one has been!
The imperfect freckles on her face,
They’re perfect ornament in this case!
What is she hiding?
Pretending strong, against what she’s fighting?!
The way she lives, care-free
Feels like someone else, she’s trying to be
She wants someone to hold, someone for her who stands
It’s so tough to be her friend,
Maybe because she’s meant for love, like of oldest trend!
She is among most desirable yet the most delicate temptations,
Hard to say,
Perfect Imperfection OR Imperfect Perfection…!