Eyes meet, sparks fly, the fox-trot begins,
Dreams are painted, vows are exchanged,
The spaces between lines are nothing more.
Time weathers, tensions build, expectations rise,
Bonds unravel, stitches come undone,
The spaces between lines become something more.
How do we turn back time when
This union lacks an instruction manual,
Even though the packaging clearly states
That there’s some assembly required.
ThePurpleFenix 