Our Love

Some love is glass beautiful to see smooth to the touch but dropped once shatters completely some love is metal hard to break but becomes so bent it is useless some love is rope fraying from the start until the pieces snap apart and fall limp our love is rock ordinary, rough in spots quite plain stronger than any beautiful glass steadier than any malleable metal thicker than any fraying rope we are not glass fit together nor metal burned as one nor rope entertwined we were forged a rock made inseparable by water to wash away tears fire to burn doubts away wind to brush fears away and earth to keep us grounded made timeless by time itself and forever people will pass and wonder where our rock came from it came from love