Why am I told that I can do BETTER,
When I have found my BEST in him?

I do not sense doubt or uncertainties
Nor do I feel dissatisfaction with us.

Why should I look FURTHER AHEAD,
When he is my FINAL DESTINATION?

I do not see him as one of the stops
On my way to yet another station.

Why would I pointlessly GIVE UP,
When all I want is to HOLD ON?

I do not need to dismiss and destroy
A base without a hazardous cause.

…

I have had much experience with buses;
Seen numerous fancy and attractive ones,
Ridden some wrong and dangerous ones,
Avoided a handful of fake and nasty ones,
Missed a few potentially comfortable ones.

Now, if you miss the bus, you stand under the roof
And wait, because another one will surely pass by;
However, if you get up and search, you will find a cab
And you can move fast, slow, directly, or indirectly.
(Time may or may not be a reverent factor.)

…

As for me, I had quit searching
But I was not waiting either;
Then, a limousine carrying a man
Who had as much bus experience
Arrived and asked for directions.

Today, twelve months later,
We are each other’s BETTER halves,
Heading for the same DESTINATION,
Somehow knowing how to HOLD ON,
Across vast lands and oceans.

…

The destination is important, without question;
But the journey is equally, if not more, important.