You lack eyes
But you can see my heart
And even though there is a void in your face
I think you are perfect, perfect
You lack ears
But you can hear my voice
And even though there are spaces on your head
I think you are perfect, perfect
You lack a nose
But you can sniff my emotions
And even though there is a gaping hole in you face
I think you are perfect, perfect
You lack lips
But you still speak to my soul
And even though there is but a gash upon your chin
I think you are perfect, perfect
You lack skin
But you can feel my love
And even though you are but flesh and blood
I think you are perfect, perfect
You lack a face
Limbs, fingers, toes
Torso, apendages
But your spirit remains
Our love transcends the physical
The material is fleeting
My faceless love
I think you are perfect, perfect
Thus quoth Joie at 12:37 AM