Control 

Your smile is a loaded armored tank

Your face is a… Fuck it. 

You are imperfect and perfect for me

And metaphors are useless in describing you 

And this is out of my control, but I love you 

And poetry can’t say that enough 

I can’t write out all that I feel

But I swear, I feel. 

I do. 

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