Beyond the contracts and the morning light,
Beyond the rush to make the future bright,
There is a quiet grace in how we stand,
Building a world with a steady, shared hand.
You are the friend who hears what isn’t said,
The calm that settles when the doubt is spread;
The one who knows my shadows and my pride,
And chooses still to walk right by my side.
But when the vision calls and work begins,
We trade the laughter for the grit it wins.
As partners, we are fire, steel, and stone,
Refusing to let either stand alone.
Through every uphill climb and heavy gate,
We share the burden and we share the fate;
For trust is more than words upon a page—
It is the anchor and the turning stage.
Two lives, two roles, one single, honest beat,
Making the journey and the triumph sweet.
I count my wealth not by the things we’ve won,
But by the soul I walk with ’til we’re done.
© Frieda Norma Dela Cruz
