I love you

You are the most imperfect person among the good people
You are annoying and quiet,
you are not even my type, but
I love you.

I love how you laugh, how you smile,
I love the way you care about people,
I love the sense of humour you carry,
your broadened shoulders and those big eyes of yours.
I love you.

I know that we are not certain about our future,
that we are incompatible, but who measures compatibility?
I know you are a foreigner in my land,
but who said foreigners do not deserve love?
When we speak our languages we can't hear one another,
yet we speak through our hearts and souls.

You are not the wife material, but who the hell knows what a wife material is?
You are of a foreign descendent but arent we supposed to be the future?
I am selfish as hell , but I love you.

Please do not mistaken me for being in love with you,
do not mistaken me for my flaws and incompatibilities,
please do not. It is a shock that I had to come into reality with,
so allow me to say I do not know how to love.
I do not,

So much hate, vile, anger and misplacement has eaten away the little I knew about love,
dear princess, I wont equate to the standards of your love,
that I am certain about, however please allow me to love you.
I know that I love you.