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…Love is the strength, and the weakness; It is the beauty, and the ugliness; It is the maturity, and childishness; It is the hope, and the achievement; It is the intelligence, and the ignorance; It is the innocence, and the beast; It is the pride, and the regret; It is the palpable need, and the complete fulfillment; It is the wishes, and the gratitude; It is the dream, and the reality; It is the passion, and the calm; It is the compassion, and the fight; It is the lyrics, and the song; It is the trust, and the fears; It is the Sunday, and the Monday; It is the question, and the answer; It is the thought, and the word; It is the pain, and the joy; It is the argument and the making up; It is a desert, and an ocean; It is terribly complicated, but it is simple; It is aching, but it soothes; It is enduring, but it is fragile; It is raw, yet so refined It is generous, but has to be selfish It is freeing, as it binds It is honest, while it lies; It makes me rich, though I am poor; It surprised me, while predicting my future; It burns hot, though it is cold outside; Love is… Everything​ I see reflected back about me, when I dare to look into your beautiful eyes. over our morning coffee. It is how you make me feel about me, and that will never change. Written for Vanessa to give her love - 10/2000