Love is not the latest ballad on the radio. It is the song of a lifetime.
Love is not the rock on the finger of the girl you plan to marry. It is the size of the boulder you move to repair the marriage.
Love is not the fairy tale that ends with happy ever after. It is the hand that wipes away the tears.
Love is not in the spotlight. It is waiting in the shadows.
Love is not winning the argument. It is listening with an open heart.
Love is not flowers or candy. It is truth and honesty.
Love is not the ease of the quest. It is the commitment to the relationship.
Love is not expensive restaurants. It is the sacrifice made to feed a child.
Love is not the dream come true. It is chasing nightmares away.
Love is not the success of money. It is the failure to find fault.
Love is not sweet nothings whispered in the ear. It is accepting the thoughts of others.
Love is not the perfect picture. It is the flaw that makes us who we are.
A MountainWings Original from a letter to her daughter by MountainWings Subscriber, Aussie Allen, Portland, OR; via email from Bob Rosen, Sun, 11 Mar 2007 11:54:17 -0700