Let us not trade perfection
Let's exchange our flaws
and I will fall in love
with what you really are.

With what you have lost
In the dead of the past
With what you are missing
At this moment's blessing

There is crack in everything
That is how the light gets in.

Then I Questioned myself to my disappointments...

Does she even exist?

the mind has set expectations and limits of what beauty  is
but the heart has none of that
the heart only recognises the language of goodness and love!

Dear Unsaid Words

Please don't bury me alive!


I bent
I broke
I hid
Myself

To level with your

Bent
Broken
Hidden
Self

i
am
defined by
my flaws,

my imperfections.

Why do people 'FALL' in love?

Love should't be something you fall in and fall out from

Or is it some sort of mistake in 'wordplay?'

If it is, isn't that a terrible one?
For words and words are the sublime "hope that will save us."

Shouldn't one 'RISE' in love?
Shouldn't you 'RISE' in love?

Seems to me a reasonable question to ask ourselves
Before going out there and trying to
'Fall' yet again
For someone or for OURSELVES.

We are not some 'season'
Defined by a mere rotation of curvature.
We are blood and brains...

Would it be so unpleasant if we tried and lived a little, lived in love, rising in it each day?