It's love...
when he's late and you picture him
dead or having an affair--
of course you wish he's dead.
It's love...
when you hate sports but are willing
to go to a game with him.
It's love...
when he hates shopping but is willing
to go bra shopping with you.
It's love...
when you do something stupid and
he doesn't think the worst of you afterward.
It's love...
when he does something stupid and
you don't think the worst of him afterward.
It's love...
when he understands why you're upset
when he went out of town without you.
It's love...
when you understand why he's upset
that you spoke to an old boyfriend you
ran into.
It's love...
when you have news, and he's the first
one you want to share it with.
It's love...
when you gave him terrible advice
that resulted in loss
and yet he doesn't hate you.
It's love...
when he gave you terrible advice
that resulted in loss
and yet you don't hate him.
It's love...
when, after the knock-down, drag-out
fight of the century,
you forgive each other.
It's love...
when you've gone through a major crisis
and find he's not only there through it,
but is still there afterward.
It's love...
when despite the many things that dampen
the passions of life--bills, taxes,
chicken pox, broken down cars, and
dirty dishes--the flame continues to burn.
It's love...
when he thinks you're sexy even
though you're wearing sweatpants and
mascara is running down your cheeks.
It's love...
when there is understanding beyond
words, and you somehow just know he's
committed to you, and he somehow
just knows you're committed to him.
It's love...
when at the end of the each day, you're
happy to just cuddle up together.
It's love...
when at the beginning of each day, you
still feel something that you call love.
"When It's Love," written and designed by Bobette Bryan, © 2010
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