I knew you were different, from the first day we met,
You didn't judge my surface, you searched for a depth,
You told me, the world was never perfect,
But you wanted to explore my imperfections and fall in love with them.

So why don't you visit my soul sometime?
It holds my imperfections, a sculpture of my mind,
Which the heart has carved, staying up many nights,
It holds my darkest secrets, a mysterious site.

As you enter,you might stumble across the corner of marks,
Where they have left a bunch...