Love's imperfection

Love is not all candle light dinners and romantic dance along the beaches,
Love is midnight pizza cravings and fights over its sharing.

It's not just about your ideal outfit and late night meetings,
It's his t shirt on you and cheese dripping all over it.
Love is not in being meticulously organized and sane with each other,
Rather, it's in staying imprecisely crazy together.

It is not a smooth highway drive,
Love's a roller-coaster ride.

Defining love is like limiting a sea shore,
Every time you are done, it stretches farther.

It's not a hot body drooling for you,
Love's about comforting an aching soul that had lost its will over you.
It would not make you go weak-kneed,
Love will give you all the strength you need.

It's not as if touring a neighboring town,
Love is travelling to a far away land and getting attached to its ground.

It's neither a fairy tale beginning nor its ending,
Love's a catastrophic meddling.

Words could be less, time can be slow,
Faults admired, objectivity ignored.
Love's your doorway to happiness,
The launch pad of your dreams.
Adore the ones who love you without conditions, in spite of the flaws,

As,

Everyone loves you with your perfection,
Love is love, when its attributed for the imperfection.