The truth is,
I’ve always known
What being in love
And loving someone
Truly means
The feelings I have
Are pure and strong
Albeit sacrificial
Yet with you
I feel peaceful
Like I finally found a safe haven
Where I know
There will never be
Any worries
Because
You are my medicine
My rock in the strong waves
My love and my doom
And
My broken remedy
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Author:
Victorine Alove (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: There is no such thing as perfection in love. When you chose to love someone, you are willingly accepting their flaws and loving them entirely as one with the perfection that we adore. As much as they are, say, apocalyptic, to us, our hearts remain in love still.
- Category: Love
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