POEM: All Purpose Tips on Relationship and Love

Old Grumble McMutter met Miss Fussy McFrown,
Who polished each pebble and straightened each town.
He huffed at her humming. She frowned at his shoes.
They argued on Tuesdays… and most Wednesdays, too.

They searched for their soulmates with sparkles and stars,
Expecting perfection to travel from Mars.
But love isn’t magic that floats from above—
It’s tiny decisions disguised as true love.

Tell truth without trumpets. Let honesty steer.
Stand firm in your values and hold them quite dear.
Don’t dump every secret you’ve gathered since three;
Some stories need closets. Some simply stay free.

Wake up every morning as though you’ve just met.
Release ancient quarrels. Forgive and forget.
That wrinkle? That whistle? That odd little snore?
Those quirks are the welcome mat nailed to the door.

Applaud every kindness. Say, “Thank you,” with grace.
Respect someone’s journey—not changing their pace.
A gardener knows flowers bloom only their way;
You can’t force a rose into blooming today.

Grow into yourself. Let your own spirit shine.
The brightest companions aren’t clingy—they climb.
So treat those you cherish like treasures, not tasks;
Love blossoms in sunlight, not judgmental masks.

For marriages, friendships, and sweet romances
Need watering daily—not lucky old chances.
No label, no “soulmate,” no heavenly dove
Can substitute choices that nourish real love.

So if someone’s prickly, peculiar, or blue,
Begin with that person who’s looking at you.
The miracle blossoms when love makes a start—
For love finds a home in an opening heart.