William Hromada

PATHS

As we stroll this winding path,

hand in hand, life hums like a soft wind through golden sand.

Every step, a heart beat, your laugh, 

Your beauty, my guide, I need no map.

because you\'re by my side. 

I don\'t want to be on this path alone,

your voice, the echo that keeps me from drown.

Shadows stretch long, but your warmth cuts through.

together we are endless-just me and you!