one know love except by loving?
A crush is sometimes right, but often wrong,
Perhaps because it's short, and life is long,
Perhaps because the proof is in the pudding.
Years go by, and one is always moving;
Very little truth can come along.
A week, a month, a year -- love still seems strong;
Longer, and the trick is one of choosing.
Enduring love depends on mutual need,
Need acknowledged, open, unashamed
To say, I do not want to be alone.
If one could put aside one's pride and bleed,
No gift of gratitude would go unnamed,
Even though the rest were made of stone.
Copyright by Nicholas Gordon