Love is such a funny thing
a hopeful dream
tingling when it's alive
and aching when it dies
why do we love?

We love for the loving
anyone who loves
just for their own happiness
does not know how to love
because love is on the outside

It is what we do for others
not what they do for us
we don't love for the perfections
it's the faults that bind us
because to love beyond them
is the truth of love

We love our own faults
all the little problems
wounds, cracks, holes
what makes us who we are
these become our tools to love

Of course
it should go without saying
that if you cannot love your faults
who you are inside
there will be no love
no happiness
at all.