Flaws of Love   Please continue to find my flaws charming Even a rose has thorns, Ivy Poisons. Love, my dear, all of it can be harming Life, in all, consists of nothing more than.   Some peoples wings are clipped, a flightless dove Grounded, though pushed forward by winds of life; But all in all my dear it is still love Disregard all the hate and all the strife.   But through the gist of it all it is more, More than life itself…