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
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