A poem for my sturdy love

In all my years I had never known a love so pure.

This is not to say that you have never caused me pain,
for we should both know such an utterance to be untrue.
Yet the trust I have for you remains evergreen.

Through loving you I have learned that a romance needn’t be engulfed in flames.
Fulfillment does not come from a place of burning passion.
True love does not to glory bow.

Ancient structures stand,
still on this day,
for they were constructed with a sturdiness which modernity does not seek to replicate.

Our love is the Pantheon, and there I pray at the altar of destiny.

Our foundation is rugged, and the pillars we’ve erected upon it are unyielding.

I knew on the eve we met that this should be no brief dalliance, and this notion has proven to be true.

I had faith in our devotedness upon our first encounter, and my confidence only knew to grow with each trial of our resilience.

Your candor and stoicism put me gently at ease from our inception.

I have borne my soul unto you and you have loved me only more. Such benevolence had not been bestowed upon me by lovers past. They had grown weary of my woes and found in turn that what they had believed themselves to adore had only been a figment of their overwrought imagination. The real me had proven tiresome and they found they’d had their fill.

Not you.
Through our ages together I have faced my most arduous battles, yet you never wavered. My gratitude for you is everlasting.

I mean to carry your love with me until I heave my dying breath.

This piece was originally published on Substack