Picture Perfect

        I have always found my good friend, Dustin, to be very attractive, but once I fell in love with him, his presence turned to perfection.   I have tried, yet I cannot seem to find one single flaw.   I know he is only human, but in my mind he will always be above any other.   Love is not finding the perfect person, but seeing an imperfect person perfectly.


His hair is the color of sand, yet he often likes to dye it various shades of blond.   It is soft and smells fresh.   His eyes, blue as the sky on a clear summer day, are his best feature.   They are beautiful and innocent.   His nose fits the structure of his face perfectly and his mouth is as inviting as a warm blanket on a cold winter’s night.   His lips are soft and his smile seems to embrace you like a hug from a long lost friend.   He rarely likes to shave so a coarse layer often obscures his tender skin.   And lastly, he possesses a dimple on his chin in the shape of an angel’s footprint.  


As I move further down his body, I am aware of his solid build.   He has a broad chest and well-sculpted arms that seem to be as adequate in their embrace.   His legs are muscular and sturdy and serve as the ideal base for his “perfect body.”   Although what I have described can only be seen through my eyes, Dustin is a caring, open-minded, and truly genuine individual.... and all those close to him can support this.