True Love In The Making

I stare at your imperfections because to me, they are flawless.
Everything in which you hate about yourself is at fault for me falling in  love.
Thereof, it is as if I had emerged among ragged weeds desperate for growth.
I took an oath to provide you with everything I don't have because you are exactly what I need. 
Beneath the dirt, a blossoming seed, feeding off of your rain.
Our meeting was preordained, we were meant to cross paths.
Now we walk hand in hand hoping that forever does last.

By: Franky Martinez

Check out Franky's WritersCafe page: Framar
Also check out his book of poetry: Every Hill Forms a Vally

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