There was strength
in the way she loved him...
The kind that makes you bite down on your lip,
put aside your defenses and your hurt ego,
and learn a deeper understanding.
The kind that accepted responsibility
for the consequences of her actions,
even when it would be easier to just lay low,
and wait for the consequences to pass.
There was strength
in the way she loved him...
without condition,
openly expressing her emotions,
without holding back to see
if those feelings were returned.
The kind that was brutally honest,
even when the answers she found
where more than she could bear.
There was strength
in the way she loved him...
not allowing time nor distance,
to fade or tarnish
the treasure each had found
in the bond of friendship,
and the genuine warmth
of their mutual affection.
Yes, there was strength
in the way she loved him...
and it made her weak with sheer joy!
