why do you love me
I admit I am a host of imperfection. I have many flaws. I am not as perfect as what others are thinking of. I am born to love, to be loved, to hurt, and to be hurt. I do commit mistake sometimes. I could be as good as an angel and could be as devilish as you think. In short I am just a human.
I am such a puzzle to you. Unpredictable. But still, you see the clear picture in me. Sometimes I neglect you. And when i need your attention i tend to nag at you. You've been good to me from the very start but sometimes I forget to say thank you. And when you did something wrong which is actually very insignificant I tend to make an issue out of it.
Every now and then I could be so mean to you. Really I am a host of imperfection. I am just a peasant by some standards. But in your eyes you see me as your Queen.
With all of these I still don't know why you love me. You accepted me flaws and all. That's the reason why I LOVE YOU.