We were two lovers spinning in a radiant mountain field
just as the wildflowers reach full bloom.

You were beautiful 
You were by my side

At first incapable of seeing the formidable path to our left, 
we lay together over blankets of undisturbed grass.
Then knowing we can no longer delay, we stand.

Side by side

In step we furiously conquer the boulder. Often we struggle 
bleeding and parched, to climb from the lowly field. No matter,

You are beautiful
You are by my side

You and me! When we recognize the promise of a well hewn trail as a ruse.
When the scrapes and sprains don't make us cut and run.
Through brokenness and insecurity and loss.

You will always be beautiful
I will always be by your side.

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