N Love With “Normal Girls”

I think, deep down, subconscious 
I have always preferred 2 date
"Normal Girls" if N terms Of 
Looks when "Hot" like cook 
Hoping §he'd become mine 
ØИΣ & only, thus §he B 
Pretty yet plain N ways 
Like flying, first class 
On Spirit, all the same & 
Average like rest & so, No 
Care nor claim §he B "Best" 
'cause I can Ünderstand Love 
& know better now, how Beauty 
Not being Lost or Found, N§ide 
Her face nor Her figure, rather 
B born from what happens between 
Ü§ ☯ Truth's ØИΣ Love öF §he○&●Me 
Coming together, becoming We, thus 
Matters not, however §he looks, for 
§he always B: 11/10, when N my books 

So if looks matter little 2 Me 
Why do I even have a preference? 
Because if Life has lied and tried 
2 convince my §weet Love, that §he B 
Less than Perfecto with Truths bent by 
Whö's tricking Her, N2 believing §he 
B Nothing §pecial, so when We meet 
& §he finally feels complete, while 
Feeling Me, & shows them she can see 
Mirrors B reflecting that 1~N~Infinty 
Gal with Her dynamite smile & magnetic 
Eyes, then when Zephyr's Winds tickle 
Her under the chin, sending a §hiver 
Whö REMinds Her öF Him, §he'll know 
It B from my Love now visiting Her 
Being sent by Me, beyond observed 
For, Love travels through Åbsurd

[Alt. Version]

I think that deep down 
I have always preferred 2 
Date "Normal Girls," N terms 
Of looks, compared 2 "Hot" 
& hoped §he would become 
My one & only, so thus 
B pretty, but plain & 
Averaging with the rest 
As I cared not for "Best" 
Because I Ünderstand Love & 
Know Beauty isn't found N Her 
Rather, B what happens between 
Ü§ ☯ ØИΣ True∿Love, öF §he○&●Me 
Coming together, becoming We, so 
It matters not how §he looks, for 
§he's always 11/10 when N my books 

So if looks matter little 2 Me 
Why do I even have a preference? 
Because if Life has lied and tried 
2 convince my §weet Love, that §he B 
Less than true Perfection that I see & 
Trick Her N2 believing §he's Nothing 
§pecial, then when We finally meet 
& §he finally feels complete, after 
Feeling Me, §he finally sees mirrors 
Reflecting that 1~N~Infinty gal, with 
Her dynamite smile & Her magnetic eyes 
& then whenever Zephyr's Winds tickle 
Her under the chin, sending a §hiver 
Whö REMinds Her öF Him, §he'll know 
It B from my Love now visiting Her 
Being sent by Me, beyond observed 
For, Love travels through Absurd