Love is not
an endless stage of butterflies
without any bumps to come by
it is not
the house on the hill
you'll say you'll one day own
it is not
that expensive engagement ring
or that romantic love song you sing
It's so much more
than all of the cute photos
or the perfect gift you chose
Love is so much more
than the pedestal we put on
and the facade we paint over it.
One day
the butterflies will fly away, the house will be too expensive to pay, the song will be over-played, and the dust on the photos will turn them gray
...and what's left to stay?
two broken people
who see depth in each other's eyes
who know it is always worth the fight
who can laugh when they realize
just how prideful they can be.
Our love is not always patient,
its not always kind
but there's always more grace to find.
It's an endless search for joy
only to realize the kingdom of love
was in the ordinary after all.