Together

She was petite. Her hair graced her face as a mother's hands caress her own child's. Her lips resembled that of two rose petals dancing as one down a stream. Yet, her stature is what captured him. He saw not a young lady, but a woman. She had more in common with a mountain than a summer rain. Her majesty forged from fire and rock. She had more in common with a tree than a flower. Her legs rigid with power. Her beauty is engraved in stone. She was remarkable. He was tall. His hair buzzed away and stubble upon his face. His eyes had shown love, beyond any spoken word. His spirit for life, for adventure, for exploration, captured her heart in an unbelievable way. It was as if he had taken her hand, and whispered the words that brought forth the true life inside of her that shone deep in the valleys, over the mountains, and through the rivers. To compare this life inside of him to any ordinary stranger, would be foolish of me. He's moved mountains in ways no one would imagine to be truthful. I sat as an onlooker, watching these two lives, these two souls, collide and cross their paths at the intersection of a dirt road and curiosity. He loved her, truly. She loved him, wholly. And as I watched the two, tears flowed down my cheeks. At the touch of his love, she became an artist.