Real Love is Healthy, Fake love is nothing but a dream

The perfect partner for me 

Their is no need to speak, 

they know all.

Two of the same clay

perfection so no pain ever

Love as sweet as sugar

Discusion not needed

Because where their is compromise their is the admission of flaw

The sudective Lie love loses appeal with age and pain

Truth, the ugly yet wise sister of Lie sooths the pain 

Admission of flaw leads to compromise 

Discusion leads to change

Love becomes sustaining water

No perfection so sometimes their is pain

Two completly unique pieces of art

They know as little as I do

Their is always joy in speaking 

I am ready to find a partner

 

 

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