You are love.
You do not give it, you ‘be’ it.
You ‘are’ it.
Even if the circumstances hope to tell me otherwise, I know it is not.
I know, in all of it, your love flows.
This is my happiness.
In sickness & in health.
For better or for worse.
And I live with anticipation, to see what will be.
And I live with gratitude, as I see what is.