I thought love was just a mirage of the mind,
It's an illusion,
It's fake,
It's impossible to find.
Yet the day I met you,
I began to see
Love does exist, and
It exists in me.
We come to love,
Not by finding a perfect person, but
By learning to see
A imperfect person perfectly.
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Over the Edge •Complete•
شِعرTrigger warning (Collection of old poems) An I Jumped Then Changed my Mind series. A continuation of emotions spilled on the pages of a book.
