Hand in hand

In the garden of the gods on a day in the chief of the spring

I asked you, an idle question approaching the main of it

Whether we held hands out of love for each other or of habit

Boom! Once again approaching the cusp of intimacy

Out of left field

A foul ball in a fair season?

How can I ask these validation conundrums of an undemonstrative spouse?

She shows it in the weird family trait of expecting more of the family and assuming less.

She shows it in the flower arrangements and colorful display; the odd valentines, the playful nods.

She hides behind her shy exterior a willful passion and a calm certitude

Redolent of a child at play

Spiced with guffaws and sound sense

A caring beyond the main; beyond the feed bag

Zipped together like snap beans in a pod we amble through the garden of a thousand delights.

Des colores de unos amigas eterno.

Fast colors do not run; they only fall to fruition

On this buxom day gracing our constitutional

A trysting day for old lovers!

A Queen of days!