Poem for my newlyweds

The Vine

Their two souls were destined to meld, intertwine,
Branch, thick with purpose, meeting branch on a vine.
Lines of strain showed where they had met,
Grooves now lay dormat, wood hardened to set.

No breeze too heavy, nor sunshine to bright,
Nothing, not one thing, could damage its might.
Safe and secure, encased in their grip,
Solid protection, from root to the tip.

The summer heat warmed and threatend to burn,
The vine changed its shape, found shade in its turn.
Autumn rushed through, catching leaves with its wind,
Stripped bare and naked, though marginally thinned.

In winter, their courage exceeded the cold,
They sprouted new branches, yet treasured the old.
And now, in fourth quarter, the spring arrived sweet,
Reminding the souls of their very first meet.

For seasons they came but they only passed through,
Serving as tests of a love pure and true.
Each growth path diverted, each stalk with its vein,
Was part of its life, as the sun and the rain.

These souls, intertwined, ravished fire and flood,
Through power of mind, spirit, speech... their blood.
And they knew, when that vine ceased the power to give,
They'd find a new purpose, a new life to live.

For theirs, theirs were souls that were destined to meet,
And love was the fire they were destined to heat.

Dedicated to Tiffany and Matt - may you have everlasting happiness and joy in your new lives together xoxo