Perfectly Imperfect

Countless men,
they praise your smile.
Adoring masses
applaud your grace
and lay treasures
at your feet.
I
am but a simple man.
I have no gifts
to bestow.
But I will love you
like no other.
It wasn’t your smile
that drew me in,
nor the grace
with which you move.
I fell in love
with your stumbles
and your silent social bumbles.
It was with tears in your eyes
that I longed to hold you.
It was in your imperfections
that I found beauty.

Prompt: Imperfect

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