If the world places mountains between us, I will lace my fingers with yours and climb until the sky is ours again. If the roads twist into dead ends, we will not turn back we will carve a path with the strength of our love, stone yielding to devotion. When storms rise, and shadows whisper that we cannot last, I will look into your eyes and remember: we are stronger than doubt, braver than distance, greater than fear. For we were not made to surrender. We were made to endure. And if no path is given to us, then, love we will find a way, or make one.