"You're so perfect.." you often say,
I often blush and smile,
But the truth of it is,
Without you,
I'd be the shell of who I am now.
How else I am I supposed to react?
Without lowering my head,
Or shedding a tear,
For all of the times you've told me,
That I'm perfect...
Perfection?
I don't believe it in myself,
But when I see the look in your eyes,
I must be doing something right,
For you to be mine.
You made me perfect.
You made me who I am.
So if you're thanking me for loving you,
Then you owe yourself thanks as well...