Walk along the shore with me. Lets make footprints in the sand
Yours will be bare, five toes on each foot and a lovely person up above.
Mine will be the imprint of my shoe because I have to wear shoes if I want to walk.
You will be gazing at the waves, remembering times you've conquered them
I will be hard pressed to look anywhere but at you. I'm trying to hide my awe.
Every so often you will skitter away, avoiding the water that surges towards us
But in between our fingers will intermingle
Your hand, strong and stout. Mine, long and strong.
Secretly I wish our lives were as entwined as our fingers
But this is still my dream and you made it come true.
So I will not place demands on you, or myself, to be what we are not.
We are two people, walking hand in hand, along the borders of our lives
with hopeful hearts and happy eyes.
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