We walked together, not yet hand in hand

Along the boards, along the ocean’s edge.

A needed friendship, footprints in the sand,

But long before we knew there’d be a pledge

Of love, of honor, faithfulness, and troth.

We opened up deep wounds of recent pain,

We shared some hidden secrets that we both

Had long vowed not to share. Time and again

On early summer morning walks we spoke

Of things that mattered, of things that did not,

But care was always taken ‘til we broke

Through to a deeper, inner tight-wound knot

That, when untied, revealed the empty holes

That love would fill, and thus unite two souls.