Come; take my hand
and walk this life with me,
through sylvan glades and forestland,
along windswept cliffs and sea.

Lightly step, miss the stone
that often trips those less wary.
Long nights -- we’re not alone,
in darkness we’ll not tarry.

Breathe deep the air, its perfume grand,
the blossoms, the flowering wood.
Let’s hold hands and dance the sand
of if and might and should.

Life is perfect, this mystery maze,
though its path be sometimes bent.
Our strength resides within our gaze,
these hours of our sweet content.

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