There is no greater comfort to my soul

Than that we trekked together hand in hand,

No fonder memory could my heart enscroll

Than thinking of those footprints pressed in sand.

No earthly blight could veer those steps apart

Though wind and wave might fade their passage there,

This journey right remains locked in my heart—

Sweet chronicle of love beyond compare.

It matters not the which, the where, the when,

Nor whys nor hows that happened on the way;

The path of love is easy to defend—

Yet where it wends, no one can ever say.

It matters not how much we laughed or cried;

Love braved it all—and you were by my side.