I am a song you’ll hum. I’m a fragrance you’ll eat like a ripe petal. I’m muddy feet that might dirty your carpet. I’m angles you’ll slip and slide over. I’m a voice you’ll regret. I’m fingers you’ll caress. I’m eyes you’ll well up with. I’ll make you cry, I’ll make you laugh, I’ll love you like a mad woman and I’ll leave you like no one else.
I’m just as imperfect as you are. So before you go on to put me up on that deceptive pedestal, remember I might slip off it and fall face-down.