Poem: My Love

My Love

does not validate, it does not judge.

My Love

is not dependent, it does not need.

My Love

is strong, yet delicate and fragile.

My Love

exalts in climbing mountains, and rests in the valley.

My Love

is pain, it weeps.

My Love

is joy, it plays.

My Love

is with you, and without you.

My Love

fills my soul with awe.