I Quit Poem by cheryl davis miller

I've loved you with an un-dying love.
A love I think you know nothing of.
The kind that don't change with the weather.
A love one can't describe; nor measure.

A love that produces commitment.
That is not neglectful; nor absent.
It's there in the good and the bad times.
Constant and consistent; not sometimes.

Through many heart-aches, I have stood fast.
Thought love could each episode; out last.
This last round of craziness did it.
This poem is to tell you that; I quit.