Wait . . .

A beginning so beautiful, Pure, sweet, divine, A plan to not plan, Hand in hand, with hearts entwined. Two different people, But two halves to a whole, Growing at different rates, But part of one soul; "I'll wait for you." "Don't let me go." A melody turned solemn, Both fighting to stay one, Too different, one might say, Had the minor chord won? Two different people, Two halves to a whole, Turned fragile somehow, Struggling to keep control; "Wait for me, You can't let me go . . ."