This poem is inspired by my blog post ‘What Makes Love Last: The Inner Work of Marriage’. You can find the full post here:
A marriage is not lightning or luck—
it’s dawn after dawn of showing up.
Not perfect people, perfect days,
but steady hearts that learn new ways.
With honest words and gentle plans,
we meet in small and daily things—
the look that calms, the warmth that stays,
respect the edges, hold the core,
and find our love in ordinary days.
We try each other’s shoes for size,
let empathy uncloud our eyes;
when seasons change, we grow, not break—
we bend, we bless, we re-create.
We choose a path we both can name,
set shared goals, tend one flame.
We laugh, we play, we make repair—
we fight fair, and return to care.
We thank aloud the grace we get,
forgiveness frees what hearts forget;
we leave the scorecards at the door,
give freely—trust, and love once more.
Make time that’s ours, not borrowed, thin,
a touch that says, you’re safe within.
Hold space to dream, to laugh, to be,
where love can live in harmony.
Storms will come; we’ll see them through,
shoulder to shoulder, me and you.
Not grandeur, but the steadfast part—
to keep on choosing, heart to heart.
And so this isn’t perfect lore—
it’s practice, patient, evermore;
a thousand little faithful things—
and joy, the quiet song it brings.
For love, though flawed, is still the prize—
a home, a mirror, a soft sunrise.
Through all we learn, through all we mend,
it’s love that makes it worth it in the end.
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