Walking down this isle of happiness
Reminds me what a treasure you are.
Made with so many flaws,
Yet perfect in every other way possible.
May these tears I cry
Fill your jar of memories.
A gift for your perfection.
And as long as time shall be,
You remain my perfect imperfection.
PS: As I listened to ‘Dream a little dream of me’ by Yiruma, many thoughts came to mind and as my mind raced through the memories, these words couldn’t help but flow out.
Inspiration dates back to 1000 light years
Hope you liked it.