Love, Despite…

A poem on loving imperfect people

I knew a time When love was simple People were either good or bad I only had to discover which one was which

I need not have Balance the scales Good on one side bad on the other To decide if I can love them despite

Nothing complicated No conflicting emotions A love so pure and unbounded Yet so naive in its innocence

As I walked further and further In the road of life’s twisted plays No person was either black or white They were grays of different shades

Love was no longer simple Or uncomplicated Sometimes I loved them despite Sometimes love eluded me despite

Now, love is a dilemma Between the heart and the head Between morals and circumstances Sometimes it’s a war within myself

Where to draw the line On the shades of gray How to weigh the crimes And who has the say

Love is no longer clear as the day But a choice I make every day