We came to companionship from a place of inner knowing,
platonic and serene,
resilient rather than needy and wanting.
Not once did black ink splash our way
Not once we did mistake somone's belongings.
Purity and honesty.
Modesty and simplicity.
We have been wounded, yet we meant to mend.
We have been content, yet we strive for more.
We have dreamed, big little dreams we continue to build.
Not just promises.
Not just lullabies.
All proven by hard hands and the wrinkles on our eyes.
A love you can't even imagine to how many storms we have endured.
A love you haven't yet witnessed through decades.
A love that real and alive.
Don’t pity us.
Pity yourself instead.