After the reaper appears for us, And our vital bodies rendered to ash... What great proof will remain of our love? Will the after years shed less light On our breathless consuming passion? Will our photographs that subtlety Captured nuances of the love in our eyes Stand clear enough for our descendants To realize our profoundness shared? I would go with you without trepidation Knowing our ashes would not belie what Once was felt for each other to be eternal. I cling to thoughts that my words expressed Through once valued prose not be forgotten By our future generations who know of Us only by our faded photographs. © Connie Marcum Wong