True love- a myth or fake reality?
True love True love, a paradoxical art, Choosing flaws over a flawless part. In the crowd of better, you find, A unique love, one of a kind. It's not about perfection's gleam, But cherishing flaws, like a dream. The best may stand, yet you resist, For the one you love, flaws persist. A dance of hearts, flaws embraced, In their imperfections, love's traced. Others may shine, yet you stay, With the one who steals your heart away. True love, a lens, flawed and true, Seeing perfection in the quirks we view. It's not a search for flawless delight, But a celebration of imperfections in the night. Genuine love is evident when you acknowledge the possibility of finding someone seemingly "better" than the person you love, yet you resist the allure of such comparisons. It's not a desire for an idealized perfection but an acceptance of the imperfections that make your loved one unique. Even if the world presents you with the supposed "best human being," y...