No prize awaits the perfect line,
No end to chasing stars that shine.
Yet life, in whispers soft and sweet,
Is perfect where its flaws compete.

A jagged edge, a broken song,
The fleeting days both short and long.
A tender laugh, a bitter tear,
The dance of hope, the brush of fear.

Each crack upon the earth’s old face,
Each shadow in the moon’s embrace,
Reminds us there’s no need to mend
The truths that shape us in the end.

For in the chaos, beauty grows,
In every loss, a seedling sows.
Life’s perfection, wild and free,
Is simply this: to let it be.

There is no prize to perfection,
No crown for its endless direction.
Only the stillness, cold and mute,
Of a dream that halts in its pursuit.

The edge of longing, sharp and thin,
Cuts deeper than the goal within.
For what is gained when all is won,
If the chase extinguishes the sun?

Perfection lies in things undone,
In breaths that falter, threads unspun.
For life is richer, raw, unplanned,
A fleeting touch, a trembling hand.

There is no need for flawless art,
But space to mend the human heart.
No prize awaits, no grand pursuit—
Only life’s quiet, imperfect truth.

Foolish love, they say, is blind,
Stumbling on hope, leaving sense behind,
It gives and gives, without a care,
Even when it’s left bare, stripped and unfair.

But what if love were pure like a child,
Unscathed by the world, open and wild?
With eyes that see not flaws but dreams,
And hearts that dance to endless streams?

For in my love for you, I find,
A foolishness that’s sweetly kind,
I know not the risks, nor guard my heart,
But trust in you right from the start.

I love without a second thought,
As a child would, love unbought,
Innocent and free from fear,
My heart beats loud when you are near.

So let my foolish love be wise,
Through childlike laughter, unguarded skies,
For though the world may see it flawed,
In your light, my foolish love is awed.

In the tapestry of time, a yearning plea,
"I want to remember it all of the life and in the next,
Never to forget any, a wish to set free."

Beneath the cosmic canvas, where stars converse,
A soul whispers, longing for memories to immerse.
Through the dance of epochs, a timeless quest,
To cradle life's moments in an eternal nest.

Sunsets ablaze, and dawns painted gold,
Each chapter cherished, every story told.
In the symphony of existence, a melody to compose,
Notes that resonate where the cosmic river flows.

Through the cycles of rebirth, a continuum unfolds,
A kaleidoscope of memories, a tale to be retold.
In the shadow of forever, where destinies align,
The heart yearns for recollections, a treasure to enshrine.

"I want to remember it all," the soul softly sighs,
A vow to etch memories beneath infinite skies.
Across the threshold of lifetimes, a bridge to weave,
In the vast expanse of eternity, a promise to believe.

Through the corridors of time, echoes resound,
A promise to remember, in every life unbound.
In the next and the beyond, where spirits soar,
The symphony of memories forevermore.

So let the heart echo through the ages vast,
A timeless melody, in memories cast.
In the tapestry of eternity, life's tales entwine,
"I want to remember it all," a pledge divine.