By Lidena Carr.
Love is not what others see,
It’s the grit in between.
It’s the hard work before the day,
A quiet moment that’s serene.
Love is not the fancy times,
It’s putting others first.
It’s all the times you go without,
To ensure that heartfelt burst.
Love is not abundant gifts,
It’s often just enough.
It’s divvying up what we’ve got,
Sometimes it’s more than tough.
Love is not idyllic,
It’s full of twists and turns.
Of teary eyes and heavy hearts,
A love like ours sure burns.
