Thank God for the endless conversations that preceded relations.
The musical ties, the depth, the framework…
The hard times…the bricks
Huffing and puffing it withstandeth
Respect…Storm doors and windows
Let no others inside to divide
Trust – An Open layout,
To one room not confined, nothing to hide.
Although we stand on love,
It’s nothing to build a relationship on…
Yet, a shelter it’s not without a top
A covering for the storms
A refuge from the extremes.
Occasionally, the roof leaks
But never at the peak
And never allow water to sit
Never forget we may fall in and out of it
Yet the house still standeth