Happily Ever After

The love of happily ever after,

Of richly coloured roses,

And thorns that prick fragile hands,

Is the love that does not withstand the rain

and wind as they tear the petals apart.

This is the love that ends by a force of nature,

The love we want to fight to replenish.

But the love we let go of,

When the thorns create scars too deep,

And petals no longer grace the flower.

This is the love we look back on,

The young love that reminds us that,

True love does not bud from the thought

of 'happily ever after’.

It grows with us as we grow,

It grows as we nourish ourselves,

as we appreciate ourselves.

It grows as we mature.

It is the love of 'I made it.’

‘I made it and you were here with me.’