True Love?
It doesn't come in a box of red, nor spiked heels worn in bed. It doesn't come in an expensive meal, and not in a florist's annual deal. You won't find it in a revealing dress, or a fancy car brought to impress. A box of sweets won't make it true, nor words that rhyme meant to woo. It is built and not unveiled. It carries through when hope has failed. It brings joy from others served, especially when it is not deserved. When sickness comes and there is nothing left, It heals the soul and spans the cleft. It is loyal beyond good sense, and over looks the deep offense. Its gentle strength ignites passion and desire, Age and frailness won't quench its fire. Don't let a day define for you, what takes a lifetime to see it true.