It is not always sweet and gentle,
Not always full of romance and passion,
Hearts and flowers.
Sometimes it is joined with tears and pain,
A baptism of joy and sorrow,
Worth every single moment of emotion,
A knowing of the heart,
A willingness to bear a cross,
To traverse the rocky path,
For a gift of priceless wonder.
For something worth having,
Something so precious,
Is always worth fighting for.