•Posted with permission by my co-author.

My Dearest Ash:

Life, with all its unexpected twists and turns
I hope this new bridge we’ve built never burns.
I hope the clock on us never runs out,
For if it did, all I could do is pout.

Sometimes I’m filled with aching doubt,
It makes me want to scream and shout,
To thrash around and wear a frown,
Ashamed, a fool, I’d tumble down.

I wonder; had I stopped to scout,
Would I have chosen a different route?
But I’d hate to miss even one sweet kiss,
So I’ll stay the course, hold fast to this.

I’ll try not to push or force or fight,
For if I did, it wouldn’t feel right.
I’d only be left with deep remorse
So I’ll move with love, not brute force.

I hope you don’t find my words too coarse,
But if you do, let me reinforce:
My love for you is clear and true,
Solid, shining; like quartz, through and through 
Love,
Kells