Alterations of love

There’s no soul on Earth that’s perfect,

No mold for love, no flawless script—

Yet hearts still seek a bond so deep,

Where cracks are kissed, not tightly zipped.

We walk through life like tailors do,

With thread and hope in hand,

Picking pieces not made perfect,

But ones we understand.

A shirt we love, its sleeves too long—

We trim it with a smile.

A pant too tall? We hem it short,

And wear it all the while.

A belt may need an extra hole,

To hold what feels too loose,

We fix, adjust, we shape with care,

Not toss it out or lose.

So why not love in just that way?

Not built but gently sewn—

With patience, grace, and small repairs,

We make a heart our own.

For love is not in finding fit,

But in the will to mend—

A thousand small, kind altera

tions

That never truly end.