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 about her the most

I don't know when I will be married
I don't know where I will be married
But I do know this
Whenever I'm asked to describe my future wife
I do so as best as I can
And every single time, she sounds a lot like you