My Ugly Mouth.

The problem with loving you is only having two arms to hold you with, two eyes to admire every enticing detail and two hands to intertwine with yours.

Two would be an adequate number if I was referring to mouths, in which my only one is so worthless and inferior.

Please forgive my incompetence and imperfections for I only aim to please you. My words are scarce and my sentences incomprehensible, but I would offer you the entire alphabet if it was mine to lend.