Always Together

On the quiet beach where whispers play, Two benches sit, in silent ballet. 

Under skies of gentle azure blue, Their story silenced, yet forever true.

Branches bare, like hands entwined, In winter’s chill, their fates aligned.

Between these seats, life’s ebb and flow, In stillness, companionship they show.

A canvas stark, yet full of life, Beyond the beach, the strife, the rife. 

Here, in ink, the essence captured, Of bonds unseen, forever ruptured.

“Always Together,” more than art, A testament to the silent heart.

For in this scene of quiet splendor, Lies a truth, tender and tender.