Valentine's Day - Never Letting Go

It was seventh grade, and Valentine’s day meant only Elvis Presley
   and loving tender, loving long, never letting go. And he crooned
and we imagined— we knew that we felt that love. Truly, we
   were filled with the search for it. We would never let it leave!
During those days, it seemed, it would be just minutes before those
   dreams were there, fulfilled, tender in our own— our darling’s heart.

Yet now, as months have spun to years and years to seasons—even
   decades of our lives— you, my love, and I, we’ve turned a gyre of
times together, gazed at forests, lakes, mountains, even blended our
   prescient minds as one. We’ve wondered how it is we’ve been able
to grasp the snowflakes in our hands, lace our fingers, our desires
   together to our palms, and treasure, too, our grown son’s thoughts—
his silent ideas— with yearning, resonance— their own cadence of love.

Only now we’ve learned that long ago, we forgot what it meant
   to yearn for “all our dreams fulfilled.” We’ve finally come to see
that our touch, our sharing of love, reflects but tacit needs, the quiet ones
   requited alone and in secret—under and beneath—. This exchange,
perhaps akin to the hidden give-and-take of earthy stealth— underground
    between deep, entangled and buried roots—their gnarled and nearby trees.