someone said the test of love
is making hard decisions–
choosing, for another’s sake,
the necessary actions;
taking the proper path
though strewn with rocks,
watered with tears, and
fraught with pain.
for love chooses what is best
chooses what must be
shouldered, borne, and done,
in spite of what might be wanted,
regardless of what had been hoped.
from the poem Hard (i) by Joy Camburn in response to this post.