Like her
When people ask me about my wedding, I really never know what to say When they ask me about my future wife, I always tell them That her eyes are the only Christmas lights That deserve to be seen all year long I tell them, that she has a walk that can make an atheist believe in God Just long enough to say "Goddamn", I tell them That if my alarm clock sounded like her voice My snooze button would collect dust I tell them, that if she came in a bottle I would drink her until my vision is blurry And my friends take away my keys, I tell them That if she was a book, I would memorize her table of contents I would read her cover to cover, hoping to find typos Just so we could both have something to work on Because aren't we all unfinished, don't we all need editing Aren't we all waiting to be read to be someone Praying they will tell us that we make sense? She doesn't always make sense, but I swear to God her imperfections Are the things that I love...