Love is imperfect. It can sometimes be impatient, disappointed, and frustrated. It may be dissatisfied—want more. Too often it puts its own needs first, And fails to see the needs of the beloved. Love goes on trying, though. It stays in the mess— Believes things will change, Or that it will change. It recognizes its own suffering, And so, realizes the beloved is suffering too. Love does the best it can and Accepts with gratitude The best the beloved has to offer, Even when that best doesn’t satisfy the Mysterious longing inside. It knows the longing is impossible to fill. Love doesn’t dwell on desiring more. It dwells on gratitude for what is. It sees its own imperfection, As well as that of the beloved, And it feels compassion and Tenderness for both. Love doesn’t give up. It doesn’t pretend to know What the future holds, Or how it will feel tomorrow. It focuses on now, Is self-aware, Open, and vulnerable. Love accepts whatever comes, Holds it lightly, And lets it go when time moves on. It sees the good and praises; Sees the flaws, And keeps silent. Love often fails to understand. Still, it keeps on seeking. It accepts that it may never comprehend— There's so much it can never know. Love disappoints its noble Aspirations, Acknowledges its limitations, But forgives itself, And begins anew. Love fails, Over and over And over again, But Love Never ends.