Eternal Love or Fleeting Burns?

You say you’ll love her till the day you die But when she feels unwanted and broken inside Will you hold her and tell her she’s enough When she’s tired of pretending to be tough Will you love her when she’s a mess Her hair in a bun, her face not at its best When she is cranky, mean and sour Will you make her laugh for an hour? When she wears funky socks on her feet Will you love her when she isn’t neat? And when she wants peace and quiet Will you love her in the deafening silence? When her hands tremble and shake with anxiety When she’s being tormented by society Will you stand with her, in the loud mess Will you love her when she’s deep in distress? When her skin becomes wrinkled and dry And her joints crack and groan with a sigh Will you help her rest, relax and heal Will you love her even when you have to kneel?