Love poem -1

You may not be having a very beautiful eye(s)

like the stars dazzle in an endless sky

you may not be having a perfect figure

and not even charmful as a lighted cigar

you may not be fresh like a blooming rose

and cannot give a Jessica Alba pose

but I am perfectly okay with all those flaws

okay with even ur nail-polished claws

and baby I promise to love 'ya every day more 'n more

even when u grow real old 'n ur boobs sag down to the floor