Love

Love is a virtue of time that bound stuff.
You wait for the moment of the perfect someone to come in.
Sometimes even give that person hope that might come real.
The hope might be because you have something unresolved.
Maybe you aren't sure yet.
Then the time that promise is made or break.
But I think if you really love someone, you know that what in the heart count.
It doesn't matter that it ugly or beautiful, because the heart make up for that.
You know when the love is meant to be.
Because you can make the other person happy or blush or have fun.
Then you know they probably are the one.
Even if you say stupid stuff, they still like you.
Even if you are complete numskull.
If they did talk to you at the end of the day, then you know it love.
It doesn't even matter if you make 1000 mistake or another one on top of it.
Just to make it mean that much more that you aren't perfect. 
But do they care no.
Why?
Well that is a simple question. 
Because it is love.
And you know it when you see it.