His soul may be imperfect, but I wouldn’t settle for less.
He may be conscientious and prone to act like a vagabond,
He may be too skinny,
or too dark or at times too fair skinned,
But he has a good education and a good heart and an ardent soul.
He may hate what others are listening to,
but he still makes me feel like I’m the luckiest girl in the world.
His soul may be imperfect but his smile makes me fall down to my knees.
Yes.
I write about him.
He’s…..
The Constant Lover….
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