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.
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