So fragile,

So fragile,

Yet strong.

With blood

Carried in fine

Thread.

Wrapped around,

A heart of gold,

Tracing the contours

Of her soul.

With its history,

And still hidden mystery.

Feeding her,

Filling the

Silken,

Gossamer

Filaments,

With steel.

Her love exists.

It is a real

Living thing,

And it resides in me.

We shelter

Together.

She shares

My soul,

As I share hers.

In haunted nights

When fear,

And remembrance

Of loss

Disturbs me,

I am rescued

With a gentle

Touch,

It means so much.

The trust.

Days can be

Brimful

Of love,

As together,

We drift

On a still

And perfect sea,

Knowing,

That any day

The wind can blow,

The water flow,

And sometimes

I wonder

Which way

The tides will take us.

But sweet relief,

I hold

To one

True belief,

We will, always

Find ourselves,

Washed up,

Together.

And we will walk,

And talk,

Hand in hand,

Along the same

Stretch of sand,

Forever.