There were flowers on each side of the path, blue skies and a soft sun. There were birds in the trees and there were leaves fallen below.

Her eyes were wide open in love,
she could see no imperfections in the man who held her hand.

Love can be that way…

But the flowers always fade,

the sun goes into a slumber and the imperfections come shouting out and it’s hard not to see.

But true love…

Not Hollywood love, accepts the imperfections and strengthens the bond.

Despite the losses, the melancholic stares and the desire to run…

Hands are held and emotional words only solidify the bond between two souls.

Love, love can be that way…