Young, naughty and a little sloppy,
It was HER.
Informed, concerned but a little cheerless,
It was HIM.
The thing in common,
Was the dent in their hearts,
And the tragedy in their past,
For life has been a little unkind.
Yet, they both kept it moving,
And made peace without being unruly.
Both were like magnets.
Opposing, fighting, and ever protesting
What they often forgot was,
The string that combined them.
A string so strong, so taintless,
That even the hardest of times wouldn’t let it ravel.
A faith that much divine,
Which even the hardest of hours couldn’t convert.
No matter how much they have at each other,
Something will always be there.
And that something which was unknown
Would stick them together.