Perfection in your presence is unneeded…

 Death in the killer’s eyes is nothing but a symphonic notion.

As you, in a man’s eyes, are wholesome.

Cupid sent from the heavens above, needn’t his arrows, but lovely a face such as yours, entices a man to the extent of raging competition to capture your heart, in his blindness, he see not the immense depiction of your inner self, but the external he shall see.

Not a man with decencies such as I, who, needn’t an arrow, nor selflessness, but the righteousness of love, in which engulfs us.

The sweet air in which we breathe, the hard ground on which we walk on, the warm clothes that cover up our imperfections, are not needed for love.

 Love in the eyes of a woman is sparks during kisses, sparks during conversation, sparks everything and everywhere is love. 

Love is truly being happy with your partner.