True is being able to love the unloved
To see the imperfect, perfectly
To see the good out of bad
To know that it takes both the sun and moon to make a day.
To accept that the former is brighter than the latter
And to know that it takes both sides of the coin, to make it complete. One side can’t exist without the other
As oxygen is inseparable from hydrogen, So is the heart from that which it love.
True love is being able to love unconditionally in unfavorable conditions, is being able to search for what’s not there
And be content that it’ll eventually grow.
True love is being able to see what’s not there as if it were
And see it into existence
And nurture It until it matches yours.
True love is being able to know that, you only need what’s there
And not everything that’s around.
True love is knowing that you need a stable mind and not waver
Being able to choose each other, even though we have our harsh differences.
True love being able to be one person in two bodies,
True love is one soul inhabiting two bodies.
True love is being able to find a reason to be together where there’s none,
True love is being able to see a million reasons to leave but find one reason to stay.
True love is being able to achieve perfection by no longer finding anything to point out but by always finding what you can put in.
True love is being able to deal with the faults of others, as gentle as you deal with yours.
True love is being able to take the pieces of the broken soul and mend them together,
To able to take over the love that was thrown away and cherish it.
True love is being able to kindle fire upon the table of the heart
Its flames are flames of fire
That no water can quench it
Neither can the flood drown it.