The very day Creativity slipped a ring
on her finger,
they were wed.
Bound together by a compelling
need and desire
to be together,
to stay together, and
inspire together.
He let her run free,
knowing she would always
come back to his embrace,
for she craved the solace only he provided,
the expressions he alone understood.
They were beautiful,
and the ideas they lovingly crafted together
were beautiful,
if only to them.

She loved him because he was always there
when she needed him,
yet he was his own entity,
independent,
and could not be forced or coerced
into making something out of thin air.
He loved her because she tested his limits
cautiously.
She pushed him farther than he
thought possible,
but her results were mesmerizing.
They loved and created together
in a relationship that is
unique
to every pair of eyes that sees them.

Sometimes he will leave her
briefly,
to love another.
She refuses to be bitter because
she knows she is
guilty
of the same act,
sometimes choosing
Reality or
Selfishness
over her dear creative love.
The time apart makes
their reunion sweeter,
more memorable,
and more forgiving.
Some who know them both
will say there's never been a more
full and fragile marriage than the one
between
Creativity and a Free Spirit.