I thought love was give and take.
Either way, parts being lost and handed over.
More and less.
But suddenly I knew it shouldn’t
It ought to be teach and learn
No yank or burn.
Both gaining without taking
Solving without dissolving.
I now know what love is.
It wasn’t us. Not for years
We lived on pulling and pushing tears.
And the hardest part is not losing each other
But winning the battle.