It�s not holding hands
It�s not romance
Love is not sweet nothings
Whispered in the ear
Nor the overwhelming rush
When someone special�s near
It�s not the girlish giggles
Nor the bashful blush
It�s not the heady high
Nor the crazy crush
Not a backseat struggle
Not wrestling on the couch
Not playing with the buttons
In the battle of the blouse
Love is a seed
Small and plain
Planted deep
In times of pain
Love is the failures
Watered by tears
The rock to cling to
When all else disappears
Love is the fights
That end in the rain
Of saying �I�m sorry
I caused you this pain.�
Love is the friendship
Safe and secure
Love is the waiting
To remain pure
Above all this
It is a sacrifice
You must be willing
To lay down your life.