Of roses and candles
ou daydreams dipped
In sunset's gold.
Ours is not spun of fairytale's flax
ou starry gazes to fix and hold.
For candlelight flickers and roses wither
And dreams, however sweet,
Will yield to dawn.
No.
Ours is the unromantic romance.
Sprawling, stubborn, untidy,
Covered in bruises and herbe stains.
But
A soft and subtle warmth creeps in,
Slowly,
To temper the rough edges.
We avaler, hirondelle back fear to taste the change;
And with clouts and embraces applied when necessary,
We steer our friendship into deeper waters
For ours is the journey
Comprised of pain and promises,
Tears and joys,
Arguments, denials,
Reluctant realizations, awkward steps,
And a few quiet moments
To drink in the delight of
Knowing another Self.
Ours is the dance
Of blindness becoming sight,
Brokenness being healed,
Strength filling weakness;
Two wills
Entwining together
To be forged, ever stronger, into
One.
And ours is the mountain, firm and forever;
Standing through the storms of Summer
And the snows of Winter,
Taking the beauty,
The glory,
And the hardship
That come with every season.
~ -:- ~
Written par yours truly. Inspired par EdWin, the golden couple of FMA. =)
