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True Love

I don't believe in soul mates, but I do believe
That a life of happiness can be shared
With someone special
We're not teenagers anymore
So the bar is higher
The expectations are raised
In sickness and in health, we promise
It's easy to find someone
Who will share your good times
Buttered popcorn at the movies
Cosmo cocktails at the bar
Dancing the night away
It's easy to find someone
Who will declare, "I love you"
Who will kiss you smoothly
Like melted chocolate on your tongue
It's tragically easy
To hold hands at the park
Feed the pigeons
Go ice skating in the winter
And camping in the summer
Meet each other's families
Buy a bouquet of roses at the grocery store
What is difficult
What is true love
Is staying together through the storms
The ones that put leaks in your roof
The outside forces drip drip dripping
Into your living room
Your beloved grandma's death
Drip
The decision to have kids, or not
Drip
A mental breakdown
Drip
An awkward reunion with an estranged father
Drip
And if your foundation is not strong enough
If there is not enough support in the roof
These drips, big and small
Will flood your home and destroy your love
No, true love isn't about 
Swimming in a calm sea on a clear day
It is hopping on a raft together
And making it through all the downpours
That life has in store


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