Beholden
Beauty is in the eye of the beholden
A bountiful burden that lightens
Silence is silver, but speech is golden
Fan the fire ‘til it brightens
We willfully carry each other
A musical voice, a dimpled smile
New and old to one another
Sinuous, twisted roads of years and miles
Show your dark places, I’ll show mine
Trust, jump, be honest and true
Your hands at the base of my spine,
We’ll find the words our hands just knew
The sweet touch of laughter
Lightens, enlightens ‘til hereafter.
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