Glancing from preparing dinner she says,
“I love you.”
He says, “I love you. You’re my everything.”
“You’re mine,” she replies.
Hot flames of passion.
Warm embers of love.
Time, time, time.
Changing, yet so the same.
Golly, she was a cute kid.
She’s cute still.
The photo on the wall,
Is of a younger cute,
But the same cute is still there,
And always will be.
He made her stronger.
She mellowed him.
The body grows,
From suppleness to ache.
Connections between people, never explainable.
She’s just nice.
An ache to the center of his soul,
If she feels the slightest ache.
He’s not been a Saint.
But he’s tried to be good. He tried.
The holding of a hand.
In time a soft embrace.
“I do the best for you I can.”
She says, “I know.”
“I love you better than I could ever love anyone.”
She says, “I know.”
He says, “I give you all I have.”
She say, “I know. I couldn’t want more.”
Their hearts, wrapped in their souls.
On the line for all to see, or none.
Two hearts,
Making one.

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