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Hand in hand we walk
and walk
at a leisurely pace,
you and I,
husband and wife.

We notice leaf imprints on cement, where nature decided to leave it's signature on man's walkway.
At times we stop to peek into windows of local shops to notice leatherbound books and yarn-wrapped trees.
We stop to snag a snack at the Mexican place, fresas con crema and elote, losing track of whose spoon is whose.
Up and down the streets we pause to remember when from earlier dates during our now four years as an item.

While "adulting"concerns crease our foreheads now
Added responsibilities weigh on our backs
And a little one calls to our hearts and to our worries,
We're still here,
hand in hand
and we walk and walk
at a leiurely pace
you and I,
husband and wife.

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