love is not for the meek
you have to fight, to bleed
to compromise, to ask for what you need
love is not for the weak

it is for the brave. . .
for the warrior who got trampled
over and over and yet never
surrendered in defeat

it is for the fearless. . .
who got burned over and over
yet never gave in
who fought, who struggled
who wears each scar so proudly
a badge of courage, of honor

it is for the patient. . .
who waited for her turn
who never lost hope

for the defiant. . .
who does not know any
other way to love than fiercely,
ferociously, passionately
the ones who never held back
who knows how ruthless love can be
yet still soldiered on
unmoved, unafraid

it is not who we love that defines us
rather, it is how we love. . .