Coming in my life of you was like a miracle,
Setting the tone, making an impression,
Nothing less than a debacle,
For I was steeped into depths of fruitless depression.
Took me over by surprise with your calmness,
Shattering the walls I had built for protection,
Wanted all parts of me, nothing less,
You were a walking synonym to perfection.
It wasn’t your pretty face that did the trick,
Nor your deep as ocean eyes that held me captive,
It was your vulnerabilities, your bareness which made you tick,
I found home in your flaws, your imperfections were so associative.
You were the victor of my heart,
Someone I’d never wanna hurt.
Your body wasn’t what mesmerized me,
It was your heart, in everything, I could see.
It was not your naked body I fell in love with,
But nakedness of your soul was what enthralled me.