In all our happily ever afters,
there lives this irony.
and valuing another—will involve
all kinds of sacrifice;
Expectations will be shattered,
sexual proclivities restrained;
Love's survival will depend on promises
kept through circumstances
There is a givenness to life;
A giftedness we share...rooted in more
than either self-discovery or denial.
But there is brokenness
in myself and the world,
what Saint Paul called groaning
in creation, a disordering
of my affections, hardness of heart,
tension between things' givenness
and my tendency to seize them.
There is beauty mixed up with
the daily inconvenience of decorum,
that in pornography gets boiled down
to ego and mechanics.
There is a dignity and grace
in friendship and unrequited love
that gets lost when all I know
is “putting myself out there”
or “feeling like a fool.”
Love is the humanizing choice
to which we do not measure up
but come to find costly