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.