Love doesn’t see the cracks
Love doesn’t feel the sharp edges
Love doesn’t count the pieces
Love sees the whole picture
Love feels the pain of each shard
Love counts only the heart beat
Loving the imperfection of your perfect picture
…is what love is…
This is so sweet. I can totally relate to this, I am a hopeless romantic and I agree with this poem. Love is loving with imperfections. Wow.
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This is true, no matter what kind of love is felt- parental, filial, siblinghood or romantic passion. It is well to love unconditionally.
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Only way to love
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Aw. There is unspeakable warmth as i read your posts. It’s so nice that no heart could not be moved by your writings!
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Thank you for such a kind response to my words
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