What do I know?

Times get hard, get tough, get mad.

Hurting, accusing, betraying their love.

Saying things,  that might hurt, that deplete, that make you weak.

Times that bring joy, laughter, comfort, caress. 

To dance, to hold each other, to comfort one another, to know you are blessed even when you rest.

Even when you might not understand the things that arrive, you stand tall, and you hold, and you give them their space.

Because you know,  to hurt them, or guilt them or humiliate or call them, or make them feel worthless or neglectful or bad.

Would completely destroy you to because the love that a strong loving soul mate, can give, can never be replaced, except in the arms of grace.