Something for you

a love so great, protruding from a heart so small.     
makes one wonder- how can this man love at all?                                  he sees nothing in himself, but everything in her 
she makes his skin crawl sending sensational feelings a stir
when she is not there, a lonely man is he
sitting and thinking, of how he isnt the man she wished he'd be
he thinks alone, to himself in his heart
that she's got him all wrong, even from the start
she tells him to hush, when he opposes her views
on this in particular, she also drops clues
she says she isn't perfect, she lies
I know it in my heart, cause i can see her perfection through my eyes
Perfection doesnt mean, what a pompos man named Webster decrees
it's the beauty of all her mistakes, on different degrees
Im sorry that im romantic with a love-sick mind
but when im talking to her, i can be myself, i can unwind
the only poem she's had written for her, was based on getting into her pants
but i hope she loves this one, and gives it a chance