A Poem I found in Oprah's magazine years ago that I tore out - recopied - shared - and kept. Because I love it.
Written by Galway Kinnel
...Very likely she has always understood what I have slowly learned...
that love is hard
that while many good things are easy, true love is not.
because love is first of all a power, its own power,
which continually must make its way forward from night into day,
from transcending union always forward into difficult day.
And as the plane descends, it comes to me...
that once the lover recognizes the other, knows for the first time what is most to be valued in another,
from then on, love is very much like courage,
perhaps it is courage, and even perhaps...only courage.