As a painter lovingly cares for
the brushes and pallette that have
served him well, I will care for
you.
As water runs down from a melting
glacier, endless and timeless,
carving canyons in the rocks
below, so will our love carve
eternal canyons in our hearts, our
souls, and those around us through
our example.
As the universe expands from a
single point of light to an
all-encompasing being, so our love
will expand from a spark, to a
flame, to a passion, but never to
an ember.
So long as there are words to
write, or songs to sing, or
thoughts to think or bells to
ring. We will prosper and
flourish; into what we call love.
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