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.