Imperfect Love Accepted (Shakespearean Sonnet) Poem by ashok jadhav

Not flawless is the love I hold for thee,
Nor free from quarrels, faults, or timid fears;
Yet in its flaws, a perfect truth I see,
A heart that stays through laughter and through tears.
We stumble, clash, and sometimes lose our way,
Yet always find the path that leads us near;
Each scar becomes a mark we both display,
A proof that love persists despite the tear.
Perfection lives not in a polished guise,
But in the willing hearts that choose to stay;
In patience, compromise, and softened cries,
We find a depth no outward charm conveys.
So let our love, though human and aware,
Remain unshaken, tender, true, and rare.