Years and years past.

Their minds everlasting.

Their hands woven together.

Their souls, ever contrasting.

Though every kiss. Glance. Every blood pumping chance.

That once was.

And that they cherished.

Even every fight. Hit. And every blemish.

Though they are different.

Personality and all.

Their compassion. Commitment and warm gestures…

In the end….

Concurs all…