To tell a girl you loved her

To tell a girl you loved her - my God! -

that was a leap off a cliff, requiring little

sense, sweet as it was. And I have loved

many girls, women too, who by various fancies

of my mind have seemed loveable. But only

with you have I actually tried it: the long labor,

the selfishness, the self-denial, the children

and grandchildren, the garden rows planted

and gathered, the births and deaths of many years.

We boys, when we were young and romantic

and ignorant, new to the mystery and the power,

would wonder late into the night on the cliff's edge:

Was this love real? Was it true? And how

would you know? Well, it was time would tell,

if you were patient and could spare the time,

a long time, a lot of trouble, a lot of joy.

This one begins to look -- would you say? -- real?

Wendell Berry, Leaving (Counter Point Press, 2010)