Our Hand Hold
When your hand holds my hand
we stand a complete one
as only two hearts true can do.
Let the strongest of winds come –
Our hand hold will never end.
Even when our bodies are past mend,
our hand hold will never end.
Let thundering rains saturate us
with all mercurial skies can pour
as our entwined fingers embrace.
United our pieces shall endure –
Our hand hold will never end.
Even when our flesh does ground blend,
our hand hold will never end.
No matter the fickleness of our weather
soulmate love is its own conclusion
as fate’s tapestry stitched together.
Despite the bruising dealt by intrusion –
Our hand hold will never end.
Even when comes our final ascend,
our hand hold will never end.
August 17, 2018
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