You've not got the cutest smile,
But it's the sweetest curve my heart could find;
Your sway is not the breeziest,
But your move close to me gets me breathless;
You don't own those attractive grey eyes,
But these swirls can still conquer-
This seeker of adore to the skies;
Your hair is not of those polished tides,
But its grip is the softest for my fingers to slide;
You're not the one who drove my dreams,
But the one who stole them away;
You're not the one who lives my day,
But the one who rules them straight.
In spite of all these "Not's",
I still love you, Sweetheart;
'Cause you're not Mr. Perfect,
But you're Mr. Mine!