Even...

a poem.


Even though he wears some clothes too big,
Even though he's not drop-dead gorgeous,
Even when he gets splotchy from allergies,
Even when sickness leaves him pale and lethargic,
Even if he gets a funky hairdo,
Even if he gets a scar,
he's still handsome.


Even though his hands and feet are big,
Even though he smiles wider than anyone,
Even when he wears sweatpants and a hoodie,
Even when he doesn't shake his head at my silliness,
Even if his facial hair attempts to escape him,
Even if he decides to change his fashion,
isn't he still handsome?


Even though he might not be the first one I wanted,
Even though the road ahead has some bumps,
Even when I am left speechless,
Even when I question everything,
Even if other girls surround him,
Even if I spend my days crazy over him,
he's still handsome.
Because he's my handsome.