Real Love

  
Real love is not a fairytale,

It is not always sweet and gentle,

Not always full of romance and passion,

Hearts and flowers. 

Sometimes it is joined with tears and pain,

Reality, life,

A baptism of  joy and sorrow,

Worth every single moment of emotion,

A knowing of the heart,

A willingness to bear a cross,

To traverse the rocky path,

For a gift of priceless wonder. 

For something worth having,

Something so precious,

Something real,

Is always worth fighting for. 


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