Perfectly Imperfect

And as we walked and talked,
My cheeks sore from smiling,
Tears in my eyes from laughing,
I thought
This,
This is what love is.

It's not grand gestures,
Or romantic words,
It's you and me
Being,
You and me.

It's you being inappropriate,
And me making snide remarks.
It's you talking about my ass,
And me threatening to knock you on yours.
But it's all said with a laugh,
And sometimes a hand on my ass,
Because this is us,
Perfectly imperfect,
In a way most can't understand,
And I wouldn't have it any other way.