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We are not a perfect couple,
between laughter and tears we dance,
sometimes the voice rises,
and in the heat of the moment, we clash.
Words, like arrows shot
can fall like icy shadows,
sometimes pride blinds us,
and we forget that love unfolds us.
But who said perfection
was the way to a connection?
It's the stumbles, the falls,
that colour our lives.
In the sparks of argument,
the bonds are forged, the togetherness,
for after the storm and the weeping,
a corner of love emerges in enchantment.