What did I do for love?

The more significant question:

What haven’t I done for love?

I’ve wept, I’ve sacrificed, I’ve grieved

Yet I have never lost sight of who I am.

I maintain the strength

To pour hope into each new endeavor.

I hold on tightly to the essence of my being,

Aware that I am worthy

Of the same special kind of soul-deep love

That I have given so freely

To those who have touched my life.

The love I spend evolves

Always into something new,

Sometimes into something unexpected,

Usually difficult to define with mere words.

Some love transforms into friendship,

Some into an abundance of joy,

Some into a fierce tenderness,

Some into nothing stronger than a fond memory.

But love is fluid, always changing.

And I remain happy to give it away

To those who are worthy.