Love's Evolution, Part 2

What does eight years look like?

Secure.
The sun rises and the sun sets.
Room for you in a warm bed.
A hand to hold,
A safe place for your heart to rest.

Memory.
Someone to see how far you've come;
To remind you when you forget.
An extension of your mind,
Purger of regret.

Growth.
Steadfast and solid but without restraint;
Soul-reaching roots to keep from getting carried away.
Branches free to reach for the sky,to be nourished by the sun, moon and stars.
Stretching, climbing, pushing you to go far.


Hope.
The future in a chubby, little face.
Comfort brought from an embrace.
Love reconfirmed with every kiss.
There's always hope when love is the basis.

So what does eight years look like?
I cannot finitely say.
Today holds only a semblance of yesterday.
Expansion and contraction, an infinite, ever-changing dream.
Eight years is defined when I look at you and you look at me.