Perfect Love

Caressing a rumored blood whore

ain’t a humiliation for you.

Having felt the purity in her soul

you stuck to her like glue.

She fought her bullies all alone

as you stood upright behind.

Falling & rising in ups & downs

made her mature and kind.

Chemicals had a rollercoaster ride

when you patted her shoulder.

You guided her every now & then

which turned her a lot bolder.

She needed someone who would give

her everything , a girl craves for.

Embrace all of her imperfections as 

perfect love is the only cure.

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