I just discovered the poet May Sarton, here is a poem for all of you called 'love'.
Fragile as a spider's web Hanging in space Between tall grasses, It is torn again and again. A passing dog Or simply the wind can do it. Several times a day I gather myself together And spin it again. Spiders are patient weavers. They never give up. And who knows What keeps them at it? Hunger, no doubt, And hope.