being in love is not a constant nor a given
this is not a mathematical equation, there are infinite variations
the way I love you may be steady, but it ebbs and flows
there are days when it’s a constant beat and others when it’s a deafening roar
there are days, weeks, months, when there is nothing to do but be in love with the life and family we’ve made
there are days, weeks, months, when it is rough and tumble and harsh
but I choose this life with you
through every change and lull
we choose and we last