Until the day they met, the pages of their lives were blank, like unwritten manuscripts of lives unspent. But by some author unknown, distant but ever-present, the pages began to write:
The story tells of their friendship, a bond for life,
But to know of happiness there must be strife.
A kindling of a romance and a future to face,
Along comes a child to cement the embrace.
The days turn to months, months become years.
They battle their demons turn to each other for cheers.
Their story is told with harrowing twists of fate,
And strength gained from challenges supporting their mate.
But truth be told, for the author unknown,
We know not the future, for which is sown.
For all the love for which they are smitten
The author has left the final chapters unwritten.
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