I thought our love was in the care we’d give,

In tending wounds and making spirits thrive.

But now I see the gift most sure to live,

Is in the ways I learn to grow and strive.

I used to think that love meant sacrifice,

A martyr’s crown to wear upon my head.

But such a path would only turn us twice,

Away from what true passion might have said.

For if I build myself, with strength and grace,

Become a man tenfold what I am now,

Our love will soar to heights, a grander place,

A realm where both respect and wonder bow.

Not in my giving till there’s nothing left,

But in my growing, shall our bond find heft.