As we cocoon ourselves
We insulate life
That we love most
From the affection of our desire ...
The white rose
Of Aries
So beautiful to behold
The evil of destruction
Comes so bold ...
Trust on one another
Is so important
To do or die
Or cry ...
It’s a rare and precious time
To realize what we have gained
Not only love and friendship
But completeness of our souls ...
As the Story goes
They say when we are writing our words
The words we only see
When in truth we see it all ...
Seeing them again
Knowing they have that something special
We can’t help but see the stranger
That we have become ...*
Debbie Brooks 2014
What have we become?