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.
The day-to-day musings of a frustrated conservative American.
Friday, January 21, 2011
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