Stitched Together

Love is not

a bunch of plucked flowers,

wrapped up for a life of just a day.

Love is not

a café corner, sipping a hot brew

with crumbling cookies.

Love is not

a long drive, humming romantic songs,

measuring roads, promising the moon.

Love is beyond

fairy, starry-night dreams—

it is unwrapped companionship,

the naked truths of life,

tucked into hands held together.

Being support without asking,

stitching patience, flaws, and days

into something that lasts,

like a priceless gift.

#LoveStoriesInVerse

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