
This poem talks about truly seeing someone, understanding the struggles they face, and still choosing to be there for them. It is about a love that focuses on being present, having patience, and accepting them as they are.
# An Imperfect Love #
Not everything broken makes a sound—
some things sit quietly
behind your eyes
and learn how to breathe there.
You—
you’ve mastered that art.
A half-smile,
a careful laugh,
a sentence that almost says something
and then… doesn’t.
But I’m not standing at a distance,
admiring what you choose to show.
I’m closer than that—
close enough to notice
how your joy hesitates
before it becomes real.
Listen—
you don’t have to be soft like a rose
to be worth holding.
Some flowers survive differently.
They grow in heat,
in stubborn light,
in places where beauty
isn’t expected to last.
That’s you.
Unpolished, maybe.
Unpretending, definitely—
but rooted deeper than most.
And me?
I’m not here to fix your silence.
I’m here to sit inside it with you
until it softens into something real.
If a storm comes—
let it come loudly.
Let it shake everything you’ve kept still.
I won’t step back.
I won’t ask you to be easier,
lighter,
or happier than you are.
Just… don’t lock me out
of the truth you’re carrying.
I won’t fill your world with perfection—
but with something stronger:
a quiet, enduring kind of love
that never asks you to hide.
(Vijay Verma)
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Well said. Love is not perfect, it can be messy. Contrary to the advertisements, butterflies do not always flit around, the flowers are not always sweetly perfumed and the sun is not always out. But when she smiles, it does not matter. Happy Friday. Allan
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Happy Friday, Allan 😊
That’s beautifully put—honest in a way that feels real rather than romanticized. Love does tend to arrive without editing tools, doesn’t it? A bit uneven, a bit unpredictable, sometimes shadowed by ordinary days… and still, it holds its own meaning through small, human moments like the one you described.
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