Love is not a glass that is half empty,
Nor is it a novel missing pages,
Or weeks of darkness with rain aplenty,
Love is not a pain that lasts for ages.
Love is knowing the glass is half full,
And creating your own story’s ending;
It is rainbows after the rain, dreamful,
And the pain giving you strength and mending.
Love is not looking at the vacant space,
Or closing the book, not knowing the end.
In the rain, seeing no beauty or grace;
Love knows pain does not break, but knows it bends.
And even through my grief, I love you still;
Though you have broken at the bend of love’s will.
