Allow me to take your hand;
Soft, small, strong & weathered.
It is for all of those times that I should have;
To validate the help we gave one another.
In that beginning, mired in juniper;
In that beginning, fraught & frantic;
In that beginning, where the fledgling seed was planted, only to blossom into the laurel that begged for Apollo's hand.
In this new beginning, I will bellow my love for you that bounds from building to building in this harsh city.
With or without you.
