Beauty of Relationships

Our souls intertwined and three and twenty springs elapse.

Like two shrubs growing in close proximity, hard to define,

Which branch or leaf yours and which one is mine.

If one is plucked, the other too collapse.

Just like a human organ that prolapse.

Thus with grace of years our thoughts refine,

Growing deeper and never confine

To a given territory as time lapse,

Our perception improves to see clearer and accurate.

A deeper sense prevails of satiety.

Without abrupt movements for gains petty,

A much calmer self and less obdurate

Treading further with lesser anxiety ,

Carrying on a connection much pretty.