Let our love flower and bloom,
until we are standing stronger than ever,
side by side,
as if the world were merely our garden,
not a slip apart, two hands forced apart
by steps louder and harder than either meant,
If the world is our garden,
then you are the one who, without fear of the dirt,
stoops down to make everything flower and blossom,
until we look around us,
and see that this relationship
is so plentifully beautiful,
that it is impossible
to distinguish the joy
from the hard work that got us here,
and I want you to know,
that even as the years pass,
and we are shoved harder,
as the world desires to push us apart,
that I love you more than anything I've ever loved,
and even a moment alone with you
is a joy that I don't know how to put into words.