My love, it's not weighted by my worth in their

life.

My love is a bundle — whole

It isn't found in words,

but in the way my hand reaches for theirs,

In the way we fill the room with laughter,

and it how I nod to their latest anecdote.

It's not in the thank yous or sorrys,

not in the casual — see you later — or in the

momentary joys,

My love lives in the excitement to plan a meet,

the surprise of a gift,

in the sweet pleas of forgiveness,

or in the pictures I insist we take,

My love isn't based on yours — I'd love you

despite anything

and against everything,

Because it's loving to the fullest that makes me

full,

and nothing can take that away