The Journey

They held their hands, and began their journey, 

made of faith, but filled with obscurity;

making vows, never to let go;

two different bodies, yet the same soul.


Walking through, the phases of life, 

locking their vision, in each others' eye;

not wanting to stop, never wanting to give up, 

when everything started to tear up.


So far, yet so close to each other, 

can never see each other suffer;

going through the ups & downs;

always together, the other way round.


Reliving the moments they spent together,

hoping for each other to smile forever; 

making way through the worst of times, 

knowing this would all end and everything will shine, 

watching their love expand, 

never letting go of each other's hands...


~ Guni



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