I can’t perfect the art of loving you,

I fall short,

I can’t perfect the art of loving you,

With my imperfect heart,

My imperfect heart can’t resist the urge of hurting you,

and my imperfect conscience doesn’t give a damn,

Deep inside I’m torn.

You should know that I mean you no harm.

Your perfect smile is a blemish in my imperfect world

and I don’t know what to do?

Because I can’t love you without hurting you

But if you don’t mind please welcome to my imperfect world,

Let’s trod on this imperfect path and see where it leads….

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