You must have been in the wrong line
when your assembly was formed
Your eyebrows are too refined for a man
of your norm.
A mismatched primates chest
with a silky baby face
This also makes you sort of
out of place.
They must have called the wrong number
during the distribution
Your strength matches ten men in the smallest
of illusion.
Perhaps the number was six and you read
a nine
This would explain the misfit
of our current time
Your beautiful doesn’t balance the
size of your edges
You simply don’t match
But you are perfect…to me.