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You're wrong in this: If,
You think you're all out thriving
Just to find something illusive
You blindly call perfect love, and
An invisible being called perfect lover.
Love never stays.
It incessantly grows, blindly
harbours at no already-set hearts of
those who have visually felt filled.
Thus, perfect lovers never exist.
Love is always new in many ways,
filling the empty looking souls, growing
from seconds to years...and then ages,
and true lovers grow along.
You won't be there, but following, for
only traces of a perfect lover are real.
But, it's more than enough.
Loving lovers imperfectly grow,
and a true lover is never perfect.