Imperfect

Love is perfect

So they say

But is it really?

Love...

Isn't wonderful

Magic

Or anywhere near perfect

It hurts

It's hard

It's got many flaws

So why does everyone want it?

But the truth is, the more you love

The more pain it is

And nothing makes sense anymore

But no matter

How imperfect

Painful, confusing, hard and senseless

It gets

I will always love you