Branching out

I know that this blog is dedicated to poetry, and poetry by definition has metrical form, separating it from prose.  But I want to include, on occasion, some prose musings of mine.  I hope that they touch you in some way, and that you enjoy reading them as much as I enjoy writing them.

True Love

What is true love? True love is never motivated by self-fulfillment or personal satisfaction. It puts the welfare (in all senses of the word) of the other completely above its own. It isn't satisfied with cheap imitations (quick thrills or short-term gains), it seeks relationships that last. There are no endings in true love - only beginnings. It does not give up, fold in, or walk out. In all things, it isn't about the lover - it's about the loved. True love doesn't come in "instant," "pre-packaged," or "one-size-fits-all" forms. It takes work, sweat, and tears, and is not for sissies. It is hard to build, and even harder to maintain. It does not last if left uncared for, but will not buckle when it is attacked. It gives up anything and everything necessary for the loved; it asks nothing in return, but gets everything.
What is true love worth? You tell me.