Love is not about the romance
Not about the candlelights and roses
This is love where we fight and shout
But still bare to share the same house
Love is when we put aside the perfections
The beauty, the smiles, the laughter
Pick up the broken pieces
Deal with each others imperfections
Still hold hands and walk with heads held up
Even when the universe judges
Love is me waking up every morning
And still thank God for another day
Of you driving me crazy.
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PoetryThis is a collection of poetry... originally composed by me... more of my entire thoughts, imagination, and opinions. Slam poetry.
