Love is not a river,
nor a heartache, nor a gain,
not a flower, nor a hunger,
nor an endless aching pain.
It is not these things, no.

Love is a commitment
that you make to one another;
it’s a promise, an agreement
to be brother, father, lover.
To be friend, and foe.

To be them all in each their season;
past regret and nights alone,
past contentment, even reason,
to an end you cannot know.
Hand in hand together, go.