( luckily for elizabeth, her parents had maintained a level of deep affection through their ups and downs and had never fought each other. but she does not mention the difficulties, as she herself far prefers to hold on to the warmer memories. they are all she has left. )

And then cultivate and perpetuate it until the harvest comes, and barely any remain thereafter. ( but such a topic is indeed morose, and her smile gains in warmth. ) Then it is the duty of their progeny to surmount it. I believe it might be done.

( she whirls easily and draws herself back, pressing their palms together, and taking him round in a joint step which demands focus of them both. all the while, her smile never falters. )

Both, as a matter of fact. I oft pen verse of my own when I have a moment, though it is hardly up to the standard of a professional. What of you?