In this time and place,
we can remain uncertain of what is awaiting us,
and remain ignorant of what we have.
Like a dove's wings full of purity and peace,
let's hope that what we have will remain innocent and withstand time's wrath,
so then we can count the years as we grow older.
Season's call,
and the hand that i hold will hopefully never grow cold,
just keep that hidden smile.
Let the shards of bliss cut,
make you bleed the hatred within yourself,
and grow content with the joy that nourishes you.
It is said that a Friend's light will guide you,
and I intend on keeping that true for us,
my one and only friend.
