It is love that fashions us into the fullness of our being
not our looks, not our work, not our wants,
not our achievements, not our parents,
not our status, not our dreams.
These are all the fodder and the filler, the navigating fuels of our lives, but it is love: who we love, how we love, why we love and that we love which ultimately shapes us.

Lost Butterfly

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/love-762/