Love is a mortgage,
A debt promise of pain,
Paid with interest for those you outlive.
Love is making connections despite knowing they will be broken,
And it's the letting go of the guilt for doing so.
Love is for the small sacrifices that contain the hidden joys,
And the memory that's both blessing and curse.
Love is knowing when to push,
And when you must concede,
The realisation that you're wrong and the leaving of transgressions unseen.
Love is the give and the take,
The unspoken word,
The comforts freely given and those gratefully accepted.
Love is the discipline to say no,
Through begging,
Pleading and pain,
And the careful observation of limits reached.
Love is tempered guidance,
A shot at eternity,
And the words of encouragement to try once more.
Love is a partnership,
A bonding of the muse,
A step into darkness,
Taken together in faith.
