When we meet the one, The one to walk with us, The one to hold our hand, The one whose arms we fill When the nights are cold, The one to comfort When their tears fall, Trail of diamonds On a porcelain cheek. This is when we feel The value of our lives. We walk through the spring, Our eyes on the long blades of grass Reaching for the sun The smell of life and beginnings Filling up our souls; We walk through the summer, Lazy in the heat Warmed by that sun Which coaxed the blossoms from buds Opening their petals to offer themselves Freely, gladly;
