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
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