Two…

This woman I hold
In the mad dash of time.
Two holding each other
Against the wind.
Two fighting back to back
Not easily conquered.
Two doubling every effort
And sharing all that comes.
Two like irons that sharpen
East other to a polish.
Two so that neither one
Is ever lost.
Two, partners in the dance
Of life.
Two that death will separate
But never put asunder.
Two, this woman I hold, and me.