I was singing ‘O Perfect Love’ and a friend said there is no perfect love… I disagreed. Perfect love burns inside and it is rekindled the moment you see the one you love. The joy is unexplainable.
If you can communicate, if you know when to shut up… That’s perfect love in a nutshell.
You come home for that last piece of cake and it was eaten… You smile and say, “that’s okay.” although deep down inside you are pissed. Your most expensive cherished item is ruined, but you say don’t worry about it sweetheart, although in your mind you are saying “damn!” That is perfect love…
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