How blessed I am to feel a love too deep
and to know a passion so blind.
How grateful I am for a torture so fulfilling
and a pain so worthwhile.

Ravishing charming captivating enchanting
The purest of loves isn't as pure as you think.
Always leave room for mistakes and forgiveness
Push and pull, give and take.

True love isn't about butterflies and nervousness
It isn't about looking your best and smelling like roses.
True love is laughter, silence, content glances
Not being ashamed of your body, or weaknesses.

How lucky you will be when you know a love too deep
And a passion so blinding.
Be grateful for the torture that is fulfilling
And a pain that is so worthwhile.