On Intoxicated Nights, I Can Still Find Something To Hold On To

I love her because she’s perfect. Contrary to popular belief she is absolutely perfect. From the way her hair looks in the morning to the way her feet are always warm, she is perfect. I love her for being that person who looks into my eyes – who reaches into my soul to bring out the hope and happiness. I love her for the way seeing her smile, can bring tears into my eyes. I love her for her heart and how it’s big, compassionate and kind. I love her for her soul, which everyday shines brighter and brighter through her eyes. I love her for her eyes, that are luminous and bring light into my life. I love her for the things she knows and teaches me everyday. I love her because even though I hurt her, when I turn around and need her, she is still there. She is strong, she is smart, she is beautiful, and she is mine and that is why I love her.