Fathers vest themselves in a relation,
And, as we know, relationships can change.
The hot and cold are often in rotation.
Heartache's not a place one should find strange.
Each love can be a corridor for pain,
Reopening a door that had been closed.
'Mid need and fear one loves again, again,
Sacrificing more than one supposed.
Do, then, love not for the joy but for
A gift of self that makes one's being more,
Yielding grace that none but love sustains.