If I am meant to be your bittersweet
And make you suffer, though you are my friend,
My guide, my love, my irritant, the heat
Of passion, anger, faithful to defend
In moments of emotion and regret,
All tangled up in selfless, patient trust,
Then we'll be all contented peace, and yet
The truth remains--all mankind is unjust,
And love no less so. Here we are, we two:
Bearing with the other, all for love.
And highs and lows will all be gotten through
Though our course is known alone to God above.
I'll stand with you, imperfect, and a mess,
Just as we are, no more loved, and no less.
postscript
Falling for someone is such a beautiful mess. And those who won't take imperfection in their significant other are crazy. We're all a mess, saved by grace.