I'm putting mirrors all along the walls of your room,
Just so I can surround myself with you
You are beyond angels and adjectives,
Perfectly imperfect.
Heart made with elements
That clever men have not defined yet,
Imperfectly perfect.
Your flaws are not flaws.
Your body is a book and each cell is a page I can't wait to read.
You are beyond angels and adjectives,
Perfectly imperfect.
Heart made with elements
That clever men have not defined yet,
Imperfectly perfect.
Oh, my darling, have faith in love, if nothing else.