Love's tapestry is not flawless, threads are uneven,
Woven with flaws, beneath a starry heaven.
Misunderstandings snag, like thorns that tear,
Leaving frayed edges, and whispers of despair.

Forgiving hands, with patience, mend the tear,
Golden threads of trust, dispelling fear.
Imperfections bloom, a strength untold,
A love that deepens, braver than pure gold.

Not fragile beauty, but a weathered grace,
When love's not perfect, it finds a stronger space.