Love goes like this—an itch becomes a heat,
A step becomes a trip becomes a fall—
A hunger that expands the more you eat
Like mud becomes a brick becomes a wall.
Love lives like this: with after-dinner treats
To make up for the suppers of barbed wire;
With gifts attached to credit card receipts
And cuddling that dodges sniper fire.
Love dies like this: a chill becomes a freeze,
A dig becomes attacks becomes a war
Both sides will lose—so keep in mind that these
Two things alone make love worth fighting for:
Not toughness, but the courage to be tender;
Not total victory—total surrender.
Copyright 2014 Matthew J Wells