In today’s world, love looks nice,
Happy photos, smiles so bright.
On every phone and everywhere,
Love looks easy, soft, and fair.
People think true love means this,
Only hugs, smiles, and sweet bliss.
No heartbreak, no tears, no pain,
No fights again and again.
But real love is not like that,
It has hard days, this and that.
There is confusion, fear, and stress,
Sometimes love feels weak and less.
Still true love does not just go,
It learns to stay and slowly grow.
Through every problem, every fight,
Two hearts still hold each other tight.
Love is not someone perfect and fine,
With perfect words all the time.
It is standing strong through every flaw,
With care, patience, and love in the heart.
When we stop looking for perfect life,
Love becomes gentle, warm, and nice.
Less about ego, less demand,
More about walking hand in hand.
True love is not a perfect tale,
Not always happy without fail.
It is two simple hearts in life,
Choosing each other through every fight.
By
Sanji-Paul Arvind
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