Love isn't what you dreamt it was.
It's tears, and lies, and hurt.
It's trusting that when chips are down
They'll never steal your shirt.
It's hoping that they understand,
No matter how you speak,
And not believing that to feel
Does not mean you are weak.
It's learning how to compromise,
And talking when you lost
The meaning that translation gave.
Not blowing out your top.
Love makes us get too close to hear.
We jump to all conclusions,
Because we take it all to heart.
It throws us, with illusions.
Love isn't like the fairy tales.
It takes us both to try.
It's knowing that we're worth it,
Without questioning the why.
It means mistakes can happen,
But forgiving takes a minute.
Love means we can solve anything,
If we really are both in it.