With my head held high, a tear in my eye, I know you will be all right. Searing the skin beneath that only guided its way. I wonder why. Never - Merely taken for granted. The piercing of the arrow to the heart.
Appreciation is they key - the rest A mere memory.
It's a fallacy. Two lives merged, heart and soul - Torn apart by sounds and syllables. That oh so powerful force, ruling over, always. They say it helps to evolve. Indeed, I have watched you grow - Strong and healthy, invincible, even.