Love

A puerile couple married young. Inseparable Two hearts as one. Survived their struggles throughout the wars and found in each other, no want for more. They had many children. Each knowing right from wrong. They were rich in love and happiness. A bond that made them strong. They still danced in one another's eyes. To the silent flutter of butterflies, But experience had made them wise and when they glanced upon their hands and saw their hands like wrinkled maps. Each others palms filled in the gaps. They'd grown so old yet felt so young. Both born alone but died as one. At the funeral No ashes to ashes Instead they read Their wedding vows till Even death can't do us part. For Heaven Was always a place in their hearts.