They walk down holding hands tight
They walk down gracefully the steep hills
Their arousal was the smell of ending fall
Brown leaves squashing beneath their sole - their music
The bees celebrating their queen's reproducing - their future
The birds hopping on branches, indecisive of nesting - their insecurity

He is gentle with nature's gift,with chaotic wether and animals - insightful
She is tolerable with natures's unbalance - deep
They are imperfect yet complementary
Came nigh them a horse
Ridden by the perfecter - the bridge of them all

She looks at him starting from down up
He has fixed eyes on her, steady and reassuring
Happy ride was for both - present for each other's journey
Journey on smooth path
Journey with unequal gallop

What more my love, what more?...
Offense is silver we will brush with gold - understanding
Sad days are ore we will refine - perfection
Happy days we will celebrate - they are brushed golds and perfected ores

We shall get old and hold fast
Future: the uncertain present
But this is the journey
Our journey to be