Love

Real

can be
and is

this love.

A lifetime of having someone
that will always read you stories to bed.

For there to never be lonely nights.

A love
that past all angers and slights
enjoys a permanent pardon on all missteps.

One
found
in always having a shoulder
to fall asleep on in minutes
when the trying without fails.

To have another's hands and arms
that can still take the world
and push it back outside.

Real

can be
and is

this love

that my children still have
and is the greatest gift I have ever
been so proud of being a small part of.