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Love,
not weak, laced with frills,
on the back foot or foolish,
not dependent on return,
dismissed or unrequited.
Not a legend reserved,
for idealists and children,
dream-like in concept
but dead in outworking.
But love,
screaming in persistence,
present when risky,
breaking down walls,
focused when missing.
Holding tight in tension,
honest when offended,
content in the waiting,
committing to be mended.
I can’t,
but I will.
I’m tired,
but I’m still.
I ache,
I long,
we’re weak,
but we’re strong.
Love,
staying for the raw,
not the romance,
for the beautiful,
gritty distance.
Saying yes, again,
to the big, to the small,
remembering how to fight,
honouring above all
… is a long game.
Love is a long game.