Love.
So much more powerful than our tiny definition allows it to be.
So much stronger, and yet more gentle than a whisper.
The truth of it cuts, deeply, then it heals.
Love is a warrior, not a pansy.
Love stands, and fights.
It forgives, but does not roll over and play dead.
It extends mercy, yet fiercely protects.
Love reaches into the darkest shadow to say, "I see you. I accept you.
I believe in you. And I'm sure as hell not leaving you. Let's do this together."
Love is a warrior.
