Love is not a victory march
sang a wise man once.
It used to sound depressing
that love was a battlefield, a sickness, a disease.
but love is not always good days
holding hands, cooking dinner together, picking out furniture.
love is not always no-you-go-first's or i-love-you-more's
it's not always sacrifice and silent support
it is long days, disappointment, and let down much of the time.

But what it means is that on those bad days,
those battlefield, let-down days
that you aren't alone
that they might cook you dinner
and encourage you to follow your goals
and that you get to fight over doing the dishes.
It means that someone is trying
trying to hold your hand and
hold their head high in a victory march
and shout, whisper, tell you Hallelujah.
God be praised, we have each other.