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Love Without Standards
He’s not my standard, nor am I his,
Yet love has bloomed in a way so amiss.
No polished ideal, no perfect frame,
Yet in his flaws, I found love’s flame.
His laugh, his eyes, his quiet grace,
They’ve...
Yet love has bloomed in a way so amiss.
No polished ideal, no perfect frame,
Yet in his flaws, I found love’s flame.
His laugh, his eyes, his quiet grace,
They’ve...
