if love were perfect,  
it would never ache,  
no misunderstandings,  
no hearts to break.  

each word would flow  
like a gentle stream,  
every glance a promise,  
every touch a dream.  

there’d be no storms,  
only sunlit days,  
no silent treatments,  
just warm embraces.  

but maybe it’s the flaws,  
the cracks that we find,  
that teach us to cherish  
the love that’s designed.  

for in the imperfect,  
we truly see,  
the beauty of love,  
in its authenticity.