#100happy - Love Is Not All

Love Is Not All Love is not all: it is not meat nor drink Nor slumber nor a roof against the rain;  Nor yet a floating spar to men that sink  And rise and sink and rise and sink again;  Love can not fill the thickened lung with breath,  Nor clean the blood, nor set the fractured bone;  Yet many a man is making friends with death  Even as I speak, for lack of love alone.  It well may be that in a difficult hour,  Pinned down by pain and moaning for release,  Or nagged by want past resolution's power,  I might be driven to sell your love for peace,  Or trade the memory of this night for food.  It well may be. I do not think I would.  Edna St. Vincent Millay