I said forever and that will never change.

I guess I supposed that loving you would always look the same.

But loving you is not a list on which I can check off all of the boxes.

Loving you is not routine.

It is embracing the mysterious paradox of choosing you instead of me.

Not in care or in health.

Not in dreaming or in rest.

These are not the choices required to love you.

It is loving you over myself.

It is loving my self less.

It is loving you for who you are.

It is loving you when living is hard.

It is loving you when you are strong.

It is loving you when your arms have carried long.

On this road, I have sojourned the depths of you.

On it I have learned what it is to be faithful and true.

I chose this path and would over again.

Your heart is the home where our journey began.