Young and soft hands enjoying the warm sun of a new spring

Wading through the seasons of Life

Walking side by side or treading just above water

Clinging tight when a grip was thought to be lost

Never losing sight in a moment of blindness

Words spawned by anger did not thrive under a quilt born of love

Heavy winds unable to bend the bough but always gently bowing in the rain

Seeing no flaws in a torn canvas painted with all your favorite colors

Feeling the pain that bleeds not from your veins

Calloused and weathered hands laced together against the prevailing winds

The two have formed one not knowing how to live without the other