Oh, my love, I thank you for never letting go of my hand...
Beloved partner, keeper of my heart's odd secrets,
Clothed in summer blossoms
So the icy hand of winter never touches us,
I thank you for your patience.

Our joining is like a tree to earth,
a cloud to sky, even more.
We are the reason the world can laugh on its battlefields,
and rise from the ashes of its selfishness to hear me say,
In this time, this place, this way,
I loved you best of all.
~author~