We float together in these quiet waters,
Side by side through blooming days.
How easy to miss what matters—
Your presence, steady in countless ways.
Like branches that cut across our path,
Life brings its share of rough and strain.
Yet we navigate with gentle wrath,
Two white shapes in flower-filled terrain.
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