When the leaves turn purple
and the doves swim the ocean blue,
When milk cows fly to the stars
and hope cries from despair,
I’ll still love the sunset,
the sparkle of your eyes.
I’ll see the beauty of your toes,
the wrinkled smile running across your face.
I’ll rub your little finger with my tongue,
dance with it and decorate it with love.
I’ll muster some time with your bellybutton
and figure ways to tickle your nose.
I love all there is about you.
Your muscles, your fat and missing teeth.
I love your failings as much as your succeeds.
Don’t worry that you’re not perfect.
That draws me into your arms.
Because your failures are wrapped with charm.
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