A Burgeon of Beauty
Holding hands on a Friday night
Been a long time
But time has not stop us
From feeling alright
Long nights away
From each others side
Dark highways have no way
Of holding you tight
Then comes sickness
Challenges ensue
Conversations float from silly
To the serious
And seriously overdue
In life there is always exchanges
Love and time
For money and statue
Little do we see the hard earned love
Behind the golden statues
The giving hands
Can only give so may gifts
Tonight we hold each other
Closer than before
Loneliness melts
Falling off
Feeling grief no more
It’s a silent seed of love
That we maintain
In a life of give and take
Under the weight and strain