Opening poem
poem
Sometimes in life I need not the perfect
I need not the best, nor them to be all set
I prefer the blurred,
The wretched and
The crooked as I am too
For what I see best is
The effort, the feels - if is true
All I need is mere a validation
Of your presence, your touch, and your words
The existence of this relation
Little bits of love against all the odds
Coz Sometimes in life I need not the perfect
Rather your love, your time, like times we'd met
Like times that we had met!