Love is made of infinite pieces of a puzzle.
The pieces are black or white and impossible
to work alone. It takes two people to solve.
It takes a lifetime to find a pattern maybe.
It's constantly changing in good and bad ways.
Love is making babies. Love is sleepless nights.
Love is colic and fevers and croup and selfless.
Love is many things but it is always selfless.

When will you start believing
That you are enough
Because it’s getting to be too tiring
To continue being you