Yet love that embraces the depths of the mind—that is love unshaken. It walks through labyrinths of thought, lingers in the quiet spaces where vulnerability dwells, and treasures the essence beyond mere form.

But love, true love, does not flinch at imperfection. It does not turn away from flaws nor seek only the polished parts. It knows that within every shadow, there is light, and in every fracture, beauty waits to be seen.

So, let love be whole or let it be nothing at all. For love that chooses only the easy parts is not love—it is illusion. ❤🙏

©️ Beatriz Esmer