Come out of the rain
and ‘neath the shelter
of my protective care.
Let me put my hands upon you
and embrace what is ours.
How often have we connected like this?
We smile, for we know
each other’s thoughts so well,
they influence and bind,
they encircle and entwine,
to weave a tapestry thread by thread
the color of our lifeblood.
The world outside might
fail to see such legacy,
but we clearly understand, indeed cherish,
such mutual devotion
when nestled happily together like this
under the umbrella.
And it's a gift worth keeping.
