• It seems like such a long time ago, that I courted you in that fair yard, over the cobblestone bridge. Your sash of crimson, fluttering through the air, as your breath...your heartbeats...all seemed to resonate with mine. Oh, how we'd look from the top of that cobblestone bridge, and gaze in the river stream...watching fish and creature of all size and color, being free...while we were trapped within our two roles, the only escape felt, being that of those moments that we spent together...

    ...when the powers that be allowed it...I was there, with you...holding you, as I comforted you through those lonely nights...enduring you, in the times that you wanted to fall from that very cobblestone bridge...

    Winter was always the hardest...fires had to be stoked...and even when we could find the time, the brook was frozen...the cobblestone bridge, only offering a glimpse into the realness that was the fragility of our lives...

    ...no matter how much wood I poured onto the flames, my heart was never warmer than the ice and snow found beneath that cobblestone bridge...without you, I felt just as lifeless as those very creatures we would find ourselves envying...

    ...so when Winter had come to leave, and Spring was at our doors...we relished each moment...spending eternity in a second, seeing a lifetime in your eyes, as we saw the life spring anew once more, beneath that cobblestone bridge...

    ...that too would come to fade, as the passionate Summer nights we had, only heralded the cycle of life...as Autumn set in...I saw the weariness in your eyes...the same anguish that had killed my insides, through those long Winter nights...

    ...and then, after Autumn had succumbed to the cold...that Winter night came, when I no longer found you at that Cobblestone bridge...unaware of your ill heart...the depth of your pain...I could only find absolution at the foot of your grave...seeking comfort from the headstones of the dead, rather than the cobblestones of that once lovely bridge...

    and...just as those many seasons had come to pass...my heart also found relief, as I fell to the bottom of that place of love...of freedom...

    ...I found my peace, at the bottom of that cobblestone bridge...and had you, at long last, my love...