Love, love. Some people think love is what you feel,
That they can have it like a meal
And never think about whom it came from.
Some people think love is what you say,
And they give sweet words that have a bitter root. Nay,
Love is not any of those things,
Not flowers or diamond rings,
For love is tending to someone's elses needs before your own,
And then admiring the beautiful tapestry you have sewn,
Knowing one another and loving each other,
Until the very end.
