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I do not want you perfect,
especially not in the way you think you should be.
I need you physically present
but it is OK if that too you cannot be.

I need you perfect and perfect is love. I need you, love

Love

Love.

Love!

Love?

Love.

Love...

 We are borne by it and yearn for it,
yet

We initially know not of it, especially in the intimate sense

Then we reach our teenage years and lose ALL sense for it

Heartbreak visits then we question its existence

This leads to a feeling, something like it was in the beginning

The cycle begins again and we continue with it,

Because life without love is pure nonsense