You are too
complex to be!
But I truly want
to, I try
Hoping that
makes you love me.
All our fights
and quarrels -
That occurred
and will do so,
More over in
the future
As seasons
come and go.
Cause actual
love isn’t perfect,
Of bliss and
being guilt free,
But a work
always in progress
Fighting on
like a growing tree.
But that
makes sweeter moments
So much
better in our eyes!
When we lie
in silent embrace,
Even as the
argument in us dies.
For you make
me dearly want
To be better
than I was before.
Accepting
our numerous flaws,
We together
try to be more.
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