Fingers intertwined,
past behind
Now love blooms
tender age carries it on
A ring can mean so much
yet also so little
For them,
it meant a formal way to express their love
as more than just a thin fragment
Time passed quickly
while the little things passed as if in slow motion
Love bound two people so different
that yet held so many similarities
Fate danced as free will reigned
Two left happy,
nearly glued together
Love blossomed in all its glory
in strange ways.
