Like two tiny flames in a smoldering fire we burn; a majestic blue vapor, seductively yearning to intertwine with it's fiery orange spark…each needing the other to become the fire it once was. Forever weary of the rain, for it prolongs our growth,strengthened by the wind as the storms refuse to cease; we continue to burn. Through the rain, the wind, and the storms, may my flame continue on to alas join yours; to burn together eternally as the magnificent fire we were intended to be - For Gary
Amy Cardwell