I think love is a blind person
who have acceptance as his legs
trust  as his hands ,
he has biggest heart
and other body parts too.

Nervousness and stupidities
all wander like butterflies
in his inexperienced stomach.
The tongue knows all the taste
whether its aesthetic , pathetic ,pain or agony.
Love knows the most exquisite languages
though he stutters many times .
He always stumble and fell down whenever he feels the weakness in his legs.
Survival gets lil harder
when arthritis touches his hands.

I have seen him getting paralyzed on his own.
Love has love in his heart but sometimes this place also became all cramped
like a flexible balloon .
No wonder I agree
That each body part is equally important
But the mind tell them all which one lacks where
to make it a whole.

He will be there for you always .
Sometimes with strongest trust fist,
bandaids on his heart ,
ready to give the punch mark on faces of those
who dared to give you scars
as if he is telling you
I have taken my lessons to stand still on your side
no matter what crosses my path.

He can't unlove your flaws
they never existed
Or it doesn't matter if they exists
As you know
Love is a blind person!
🖤