The day-to-day musings of a frustrated conservative American.

Friday, January 21, 2011

Two Hands

Two hands clasp in the darkness.
Two souls share an experience of life,
Witnessing love unfold before them.
Two mouths exchange endearments:
Words of love that vanish in the dark.
Two people walk under the pale moonlight.
Their love transcends the stars,
Their friendship never wavers.
A merged happiness:
Two as one,
Their lives intertwined,
If ever so slight,
Like the fingers of
Two hands in the night.


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