The Grammar of Real Love. Part-II
A truthful poem about love that survives without promises, faces, or applause
By Muhammad Saad Published about a month ago • 1 min read

There are no illusions here.
Real love understands that people change,
and instead of fearing that change,
it learns to walk beside it.
Love knows when to hold on
and when to step back.
It respects distance
as much as closeness.
Fact love does not chain.
It builds doors,
not walls.
It says, stay because you want to,
not stay because you must.
It forgives—not foolishly,
but consciously,
with eyes open
and heart steady.
Love survives not on passion alone
but on truth,
consistency,
and effort repeated quietly
over time.
When love is real,
it does not vanish in storms.
It learns the language of rain
and keeps walking.
This is love as it exists—
unfiltered,
unromanticized,
deeply human.
Not a story told once,
but a decision rewritten
every single day.



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