Love Story

Trust, that was the scaffolding that

built their relationship a generation ago.

They fell helplessly in love at first sight

a statement more than a trifle trite

but true; they were grounded in the

ecstasy of recognizing they would be

soul mates for life. Developing a ritual

that they would meet every spring

same time, same place to resume that

deep and abiding love for one another.

Each trusted the other would honour

their mutual promise in a tradition that

time itself gave honour to. Each time

they met their gaze locked into the other's

for on each occasion they appeared more

beautiful, youthful, fresh and appealing

than the time before. Their love, they knew

would inspire admiration from onlookers

and they were right, it did for a more

congenial relationship would be hard to

find where respect, trust, and adulation

exuded from one to the other, steadfast

in their juxtaposition in the spring garden

the blush-pink peony and purple allium.