Love if it can be called that

I like your perfect profile,

And pristine silhouette.

I dislike the weird contours of your head.

I like how your hair rests unharassed against your face.

I hate your round, long, unpointed, bloodless appendages.

I love how you unjustifiably put me up on a pedestal.

I hate your made-up, outrageous, false accusations more.

I love that pleading, gentle, blue look in your eyes.

I love when a laugh catches you by surprise.

I hate your faked, choked-out cackling.

I love it when your lips meet mine.

I love you holding my face in your hands.

Love never change-

You are the perfect man.